#full body swimsuits for women

[finelinefae]

soft

synopsis: girls with cute tummies and soft thighs and extra chub in different places can also date hot popstar boys okay? okay.

word count: 2.1 k

contains: plus size reader, non au harry, fluff, mentions of body image and insecurities, harry being obsessed with his girlfriend

A/N: the start of a new thing called 'soft girl sundays' which I'm starting !! i wrote this for wp a few months ago but it's one of my fave things I've written so I'm re-posting it here. it's cheesy and fun and harry's obsessed with his girl !! i know for a lot of us girlies sometimes it feels like we take up too much space and we're always made to feel smaller mentally, physically, in every way really but you have much of a right to be here as everyone else so take up alllll the space u need !! women are beautiful and majestic no matter their size 💘

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My girls' in the audience tonight.

I look past the curtain across the stage and see her in the VIP section.

Even without the stage lights shining on her, she's glowing.

She's wearing a shirt with my initials stitched over her heart and every time she lifts her arms, I see her soft tummy and the dimples on her back when she spins. Her thick thighs are on show as she wears the smallest pink skirt known to man. Her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back and her cute cheeks turn pink as she smiles when she speaks to some of the team who stand with her. 

She's the living embodiment of the divine feminine and I can't ever seem to get over the fact that she's all mine. 

The music begins to play and I watch as her face lights up with excitement. She's seen this show over a few dozen times but she never fails to be just as excited as the first time she saw me walk on stage with a hickey on my neck that she'd put there moments before.

When it's my queue, I skip onto the stage and my ears nearly burst as the sound of people screaming over the music starts to fill the stadium. She's smiling, she's cheering, she's singing the words to every single song. She's so pretty and she's all I see.

When the show ends, I walk backstage to my dressing room. Normally I'd run into a car and get the Hell out of there before crowds of people start to fill up the streets to get home, but this time, Y/N was here and I knew how much anxiety she felt whenever we had to rush to be somewhere.

I walked in and accepted the compliments from my team after another successful show. Paris was a city I held close to me so it was always a fun time when we played.

I gulped down a glass of water and felt arms snake around my waist. I immediately grinned when I saw the lilac-painted nails that matched my very own. I feel her nuzzle her face into my back before I twist in her embrace and look into the eyes of the girl I love with everything in me.

"Hi baby," I whisper, stroking her cheek that still had glitter on it.

"Hi Harry," Y/N murmurs, her eyes tired but full of happiness.

"Y' okay?" I hold her, feeling her soft skin beneath my hand. She was so soft and cuddly.

"I'm okay." She smiles, lazily. "You did so good up there. I nearly cried,"

I laugh, "You always nearly cry."

"That's because I'm proud of you." She shrugs.

We sit on the couch and she straddles my lap, her skirt riding up and I nearly choke when I catch a glimpse of her lacy underwear. I put my hands on her thighs and squeeze them softly. "You excited for our trip tomorrow?" I asked, staring at her lips and suddenly feeling the temptation to kiss them. I did and she happily accepted.

We had a few days before the next show so we decided to head down to the South of France and spend a few days in Nice. We haven't been on a trip together in a while other than the tour locations so we made the most of the little time we had in between shows to spend as much time as we could together.

She nods, "I bought a new swimsuit just for the occasion."

I groan, my head falling back against the couch, "You kill me."

She giggles, "love you."

I immediately smile. "I love you too," I kiss her.

The morning after the show, we woke up early to make our flight down to Nice. Y/N whines the entire time because she's not a morning person and refuses to step one foot out of bed until I force her.

She sleeps on my chest the entire journey there, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up. "My whole heart is inside y'." I murmur as her cheek presses against my chest and makes her lips all pouty, light snores falling from them. I lightly push some of her baby hairs back from her face and trace my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

We arrive and head straight to our room at the hotel to drop our bags off before heading to the beach. Y/N immediately opens the doors to the balcony and gasps when she looks out at the view. "Harry, it's beautiful," Y/N says in awe.

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her tummy, squeezing the softest part of her. I loved all the parts of her but her tummy was my absolute favourite. She always complained about it. How it stuck out when she wore tight clothing and even more so after eating. 'Harry I already have a tummy? Why punish me further by making it bigger after I eat? Seems unfair don't you think?'  I'd spend the whole journey home telling her how beautiful she looked and how I loved watching her enjoy the food she loves and then I'd hold her in bed and run circles on her little, bloated belly because I had made it my life's mission to show as much love to the little chub of a tummy she had.

I pull on my swim shorts and a white linen shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I pack my beach bag for our beach towels and my book as well as my film camera and sun lotion.

Y/N walks out of the bathroom. Her hair in loose curls from the heat and her face already sunkissed and pretty. My mouth falls open when I take in the small, blue bikini on her body, revealing her soft curves and every perfect inch of her.

"Do you like it?" She blushes, acting like she's not the hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life.

It tied at her waist and around her neck, my immediate thought being how easy it would be to take it off her and spend the entire day in bed, making out or whatever. I honestly couldn't care less as long as she's there.

"Baby," I dropped the bag on the floor and made my way towards her, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilting her head back so I could kiss her at the perfect angle.

She whines and the sound nearly has me dropping to my knees. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"You really think so?" She bites back a smile, "You don't think I need to hide my stretch marks?" My heart aches at how unsure she sounded, the fact she even had to ask made me want to pick her up and kiss each stretch mark on her body.

"No, my love," I shake my head, kissing the stretch marks at the top of her left breast and feeling her heart racing at the delicate touch. "You have absolutely nothing to hide from anybody. Y' beautiful and you're mine,"

She smiles and kisses me again.

We head down to the beach to the reserved sunbeds. Y/N lays out her towel and sits down to apply sun cream to her arms and legs. I help her do her back, massaging her shoulders and trying not to combust as she rolls her head to the side and moans at the feeling.

I literally have a crush on this woman.

And she's my fucking girlfriend.

What did I do to get this lucky in life?

"Let's go in the water baby," I held her hand and we walked to the water, stepping in together.

She wraps her arms and legs around me when we're deep enough in the water. I squeeze her ass and she gasps, swatting me gently. "What?" I look at her innocently.

"There's people watching." She hides her face in my neck and I turn us both around to catch sight of the paparazzi hiding behind the trees and snapping pictures of us.

I release a sigh and pull her face back to get a better look at her. If there was one thing that could make my girlfriend second guess herself, it was the paparazzi constantly posting her pictures online and allowing people to berate her for how she looked.

"Please don't let them ruin your day my love," I kiss her shoulder, still holding her in my arms. "I promise, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"You promise?" She pouts.

"Feel this," I reach for her hand and guide her to the small bit of chub on my hip.

She gasps, "You have chub too!"

I rolled my eyes but smiled at the same time, her excitement was adorable. "Everyone's got something they're insecure about. No matter how hard I've tried I can't seem to get rid of it, maybe it's from all the cakes you've been making but how am I meant to say no to such a pretty face?"

She squeals in delight when I pinch her sides and giggles as I press kisses to her face. "Wanna go and sunbathe for a little, baby?" She nods and we both walk out of the water so she can sit in the sun for a bit.

I spend more time in the water and come out to find Y/N verging on the brink of sleep. I smirk as I crawl between her legs and lay between her thighs, sighing softly as I turn my head away from the sun and press a kiss to her inner thigh. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my wet hair, her nails scratching my scalp.

After midday, I order food to be sent up to our room. Y/N's passed out on the sunbed so I gently shake her awake, "Hi baby," Her pretty eyes flutter open, "Need you to drink something darling, you've been in the sun for a while." She slowly sits up and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. I unscrew the cap of the water bottle and pass it to her, watching as she almost drinks the whole thing.

"I got us room service to be delivered. Want to head back upstairs for a bit?" Her cheeks were red and her hair was all frizzy due to the humidity. She nodded and we packed our things up and made our way back to our hotel room.

Our food was already laid out on the balcony by the time we walked into the room. I had left the air conditioning on so the room was nice and cool since Y/N struggled to sleep when it was too hot and stuffy.

She was wearing my linen shirt over her bikini and I couldn't help but stare at her ass as I followed her to the table outside.

There was fruit, bread and pastries laid out on a spread at the table as well as a glass of red wine and some orange juice. Y/N sat on one of the chairs with one leg hitched up as she ate some of her baguette and cheese, her favourite snack to eat when we were in France.

"Are you having fun, my love?" I asked, taking a bite of fresh watermelon.

She nods quickly, "It's the best. Anytime with you is always the best,"

"Come sit here," I motion and move my chair out, patting my thigh. She doesn't hesitate and stands up to sit down on my lap.

I kissed the back of her neck and put one hand on her hip, my thumb traced the edge of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, slipping under the material to trail soft circles over her hip bones.

"I'm keeping you forever, I hope you know that," I murmur, appreciating this intimate moment between us which didn't happen as often as I liked them to but we made do.

"I hope so," She whispers.

I loved this girl for all she was. There is nothing in this world that could change just how much I adored her.

"Harry," She says my name, "This bikini is pretty easy to take off you know."

I choke, eyes widening and seeing the smirk on her face. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and her ankles locking behind my back. "Is that a challenge or a request?" I kiss her lips, tasting the saltiness of the sea on them.

"Both," She says in between kisses.

This girl. 

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[eustasskidagenda]

Hi! I love your writing! Can I ask some headcanons with Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Law et Luffy going to the beach with their S/O, please?? Tysm!

Hello sweet anon! Thank you for requesting, it was fun to write. Hope it will match your expectations ☆

☆ Kid, Sanji, Zoro, Luffy & Law going to the beach with their s/o

CW : g/n reader, funny, fluff, Kid is cursing but I guess no one is surprised, Kid is a savage, really vague mention of sex for Sanji, slight cursing for Zoro + mention of alcohol,

WC : 2,3k

Kid

Heavy stomps, mumbling curses, regular sighs and grunts full of irritation. Yep. It was your idea to go to the beach. Kid would never go to the beach by himself because he hates all the screaming children and the sand between his toes. And, the sun could ruin his make-up. So he would act all grumpy, wondering what he has done to end up in such a situation. 

"Goddamn, y/n, come back, you didn't put your sunscreen" Of course Kid thinks about his skin all the damn time, he's such a beauty-influencer when it comes to make-up and skin care. If you neglect to apply sunscreen to your body, he will bark at you, grab you by the wrist, and do all the work himself. And then, you'll have to help him, especially when it comes to applying sunscreen to his back. He won't let you know he loves when you run your hands down his back and along his always tensed shoulders. 

"I've seen this place before you, fuck off!" While planting violently your parasol on the ground, barking to the poor innocent guy who tried to set his stuff at the place Kid noticed in first. "It's my beach."

He's so possessive with everything, help.

Actually, Kid likes one thing about the beach: he can brag about his big man boobies. No shirt, just his glorious bare, toned chest. Every time someone looks at him with jealousy or admiration, he feels so proud; his ego is never satisfied with this. He's perfectly aware of how shaped his torso is, and he's really proud of it. 

Every time someone looks at your body, he feels really pleased with himself. Even if they try, they won't be able to have you. But on the flip side, he's also upset when he realizes that everyone can see your beautiful shapes. His arm would be wrapped around your waist. All. The. Time. 

Kid being Kid, he would smash all the sandcastle made by the children. Prepare yourself to get in trouble with all the mad parents around there, while their children are crying because "the big scary man told me I'm a piece of shit who don't even know how to build a sandcastle" You better watch Kid tightly before he stuffs their mouths with some sand to make them shut up.

"Come on Kid, it's just a child." 

If you try beach sports, he will make everything a competition. Avoid playing volley beach with him, because if you team up and lose, he will smash the ball into the winner's face. "Now who's the loser?" 

If someone tries to sell him an ice cream, he would scowls madly. Does he look like someone licking some fucking ice balls full of sugar? Ugh. It's so ridiculous. 

He doesn't wear armbands because he thinks he's too good for them. "I don't care if I can't swim, I won't use those damn armbands." 

Honestly, Kid hates how weak he is in the water, so he would stay away from trouble. The ocean makes his voice weak, even his strength is leaving him. And, even if his eyeliner is waterproof, he doesn't want to risk ruining his make up. "I fucking hate water" 

Would end up using his DF to find some metal around and build something with it while you're swimming. It looks like he doesn't care, but secretly, he watches to make sure you're safe. And if you're drowning, then, he'll run to save you so yes, congrats, now you're drowning together. 

Luckily, Killer is not too far.

Killer deserves a break.

Sanji 

Oh, damn... going on a beach date with Sanji is not a good idea. All the women in swimsuits would overwhelm him. Sanji, as he is, wouldn't be able to handle all the women around him, even though you are the prettiest of all the people around.

But the moment you take off your clothes and replace them with your swimsuit, his eyes would be on you all the time because you're the most mesmerizing person in the whole universe. 

He's so proud to introduce you as his s/o to absolutely everyone, yes, even that one person sleeping peacefully under their parasol. "Have you seen how beautiful y/n is?" 

Of course, he would help you apply sunscreen to your skin. Enjoy the massage because his hands are so heavenly smooth and divine. He would clearly take advantage of the situation to place some soft kisses along your collarbone, shoulders, neck, jugular, and down your spines. 

It's clear that Sanji brought his own food to the beach. You can enjoy fresh drinks, ice cream, waffles, cakes, fresh salads, and juicy fruits just for you. He wouldn't let you buy some ice cream from the trader because it's probably disgusting, full of sugar and chemicals. Your body is a temple and cannot be contaminated by non-premium quality food. 

He's probably causing the parents to be angry because he's smoking. But Sanji is nice, so if it was asked politely, he wouldn't mind stubouting his cigarette. 

While you're tanning under the parasol, Sanji is probably laying next to you, with a book explaining all the fish he could buy in the town. 

If you decide to go swimming, of course, he's going with you. As the kind person he's, he wants to make sure you're safe, and if you uncomfortable with your body, he wouldn't mind using his own body as a shield, so no one but he can look at you. 

He's a pure romantic, so prepare yourself for some lovely hugs in the water, with him holding you tight and his hands roaming all over your wet skin. Sweet kisses on your neck. He's not against taking things further, but he's romantic and all the screaming children are ruining the mood. But during the night... yes, he's definitely not against swimming at midnight. 

And if he finds some ugly, green, gummy seaweeds, then, he'll take them back to the Sunny. "Marimo, don't let your children alone at the beach."

Zoro

"Oi, y/n, where are you?"

Well, have you already seen Finding Nemo? Remember about Marlin always asking "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?" Now, you're Marlin and Zoro is your Nemo. 

Do not leave him alone for more than two seconds. Do not leave him buying ice cream for the two of you. Otherwise, the date is ruined. The only thing you will do is ask everyone 'Have you seen a big man with big boobs and green hair?' 

Maybe he'll find the one piece before the end of the day.

"I wasn't lost, your indications weren't clear." 

Zoro's obliviousness means you need to pay close attention to him. Stay close to him and everything will be okay. He's in good shape, so people are probably looking at him with admiration, jealousy, or whatever thoughts come to mind. But he doesn't give a damn, and is probably thinking people are looking at you because you're mesmerizing in your swimsuit. 

He doesn't care about the people wearing swimsuits around him. It's not an event for him. "I won't nose bleed like this shitty twirled-brow." 

He thinks the beach is a good opportunity to train himself. While you're relaxing under the parasol, he's training in the sun. Burpees, push-ups, and even some yoga are used to work his breathing and stability. 

Once he's done, he's all sweaty and wants to swim a bit. If you don't follow him, he'll be swimming until he finds a new island. 

If you're too lazy to swim, he'd be okay with carrying you. If a jellyfish tries to bite your thigh, then, the poor creature is doomed and would end up as a dinner for the crew when you'll get back to the Sunny.

He prefers alcohol over ice cream, of course. It's the best thing to enjoy after swimming and training. While he's drinking, he likes when you rest your head against his chest. On the other hand, he's a bit flustered because Zoro cares about his privacy. But you're too cute, he can't push you away. 

Arms wrapped around your waist while you sleep together. Perfect date for Zoro: training and restlessness. No one would dare trying to steal your stuff because Zoro is used to standing guard on the Sunny, so he would react really quickly. 

At the end of the day, he got the biggest sunburn ever because he forgot to apply sunscreen. Poor Zoro.

Luffy

It's like going to the beach with your overly excited dog. 

He's yelling excitedly, jumping everywhere, laughing loudly, and oh, good luck, he's already running away. You tried to catch his wrist, but it just stretches his arm beyond its limits. Good luck in finding him. 

Well, honestly, if you want to find Luffy, just try to figure out where the food is. He's probably eating some waffles and ice cream, or more precisely, emptying all the stands of their food. 

"Oh Y/N, you're here?" He speaks with his mouth full, obviously. 

Luffy is selfish with food, but he would let you have the last waffle because he loves to see you smile. 

As Zoro, he doesn't give a damn about people in swimsuits. 

If a child has a better rubber ring than him, he's sad. "Y/N, we need to buy a better one! What about this one?" While displaying an extravagant beetle rubber.

He's so happy, with it. Prepare yourself to pull him out the water because while he's watching to find some fish or play with some seaweeds, he would end up falling overboard like the overexcited child he's. 

But drowning wouldn't destroy his joy. Be ready for the sandcastle episode after the rubber ring one. He wants to build the best one. But have you seen his nonexistent artistic skills? His creations wouldn't look great, that's all we can tell. Please, help him building a pretty sandcastle, he's so sad. Poor baby.

"Don't get a sunburn, y/n." While lending you his straw hat. 

"Y/N, have you seen those crabs? Y/N, have you seen how funny this seaweed is? Y/N, have you seen this stone? Oh, Y/N, this cloud looks like Zoro, don't you think?" 

He wants to catch all the crabs and winkles he can find. And would probably end up organizing a crab fight. If his favorite one loses, then the poor baby will be sad again. He's so fluffy when he pouts.

He is eager to try and do everything with you. So you better follow him, because going to the beach with Luffy means you'll never be able to rest peacefully under the parasol. He's too energized to sleep peacefully. 

And if you're sleeping, he would bury you under the sand, so when you wake up, your body is totally covered up, the only thing you can do is moving your toes and head while Luffy laughs loudly and proudly. His laugh is so endearing, you can't be angry with him.

"Gum-Gum… ice-cream stolen" 

Prepare to run away from the guy who is mad at him.

Overall? Not relaxing at all, but funny as hell.

Law

If Luffy is like an overexcited dog, Law is like a cat forced to bathe. Have you already tried bathing a cat? Do you end up with scratches? It's nothing compared to Law.

"Bepo, don't sharpen your claws on the deck!" "What? But it's not me. It's Law, Y/N decided to bring him to the beach. They had to drag him to the ground. 

Yes, Law probably hates the beach. It's a noisy place with noisy people, the food smells bad, the children are annoying, and the sand is irritating. And please, the sea is like the toilet for the fish and all those disgusting people. He's so pissed off to be here. 

"Why me, Y/N-ya?"

"Aren't you happy? The sun is beautiful today! You need to take some breaks from your work." 

His sole response would be an annoyed scowl. 

Ain't no way for him to wear a swimsuit. He's conserving all his clothing, even the hat. And he's standing under the parasol with his arms crossed. All the people around are probably avoiding him, and that's for the best because a 'room, shambles' could happen really fast if they dare to make a comment about his non-appropriate clothes. 

Law would remind you to apply sunscreen on a regular basis.  And he wouldn't mind applying it himself. He loves the feeling of your skin against his palms, it feels like heaven. 

He would remind you to drink water frequently. And to wet your neck before swimming. Certainly, he's watching closely the entire time. He may be mad, but he cares about you. Prepare yourself to have a shadow following you everywhere. If you're too far from him, he'll use his DF to bring you back to him.

"Please, help me, my child needs a doctor!" He's annoyed as hell. Even at the beach, work is still pursuing him. Of course, if someone asked for a doctor, he would help. He's frustrated because he can't take care of someone and keep an eye on you at the same time.

If you give him onigiri, he will look like a child: pouting while eating silently. 

"Y/n-ya, don't touch this, it's a toxic seaweed.", "y/n-ya, come here, you have to stay hydrated."

He would lend you his own hat if you forgot yours, while he's standing under the parasol. "Do not lose my hat." 

No swimming for him. He'll stay away from the cursed water. Just like Kid, ain't no way for him to wear armbands. And if you Try to throw some water on his face, he would look like a wet cat: shocked and angry. Beware, he yowls.

Overall? You had fun. And even if Law acts annoyed all the time, secretly, he would love to have a break day with you.  On his desk, he would keep the beautiful shell you found on the beach and give it to him.

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[13as07]

Weekend #1

(Neji Hyuga & Shikamaru Nara)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to BM (?). Sorry, I couldn't find the original source but I really liked it so meh]

Requested by: xxziggy

Word Count: 3,462

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

First half is a lot a bit smut so be warned; not a full smut cause I wasn't feelin it for whatever reason

Love triangle (obvs)

Fingering (female receiving)

Blindfold

Temperature Play (Lighter/Ice Cubs)

Hickey

Getting called "pet"

Not me accidentally making this a nature (growing up with Shika) vs nurture (Neji taking care of you) situation

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     "This is such a drag," Shikamaru says as soon as I open my front door.

"If you don't want to help me pick out a swimsuit, I'm sure Ino will," I grumble, leaving the door open as I walk away.

"You always say that she 'likes anything you try on' and that 'Ino is no help' so, no. This is less of a drag than listening to you bitch for the whole weekend," he grumbles back, closing the front door before trailing after me.

Shikamaru and I are friends... a little more than friends. Fuck buddies, we're fuck buddies. We hook up from time to time but that's what friends are for, right? Hookups and opinions. And late-night snack runs.

"I think you should just stick to the yellow one you wore on last year's weekend trip."

"And I think you're stupid. I can't wear the same one I wore last year."

"Why not? I've worn the same swim trucks for the past three years," Shika groans, feet dragging as he follows me into my room, closing my door behind himself.

"Because I wore it last year! All the other girls are going to have new ones so I need a new one. I can't be the only one without a new swimsuit," I tell him, ushering him toward the bed.

"You girls have the weirdest rules about clothes," he grumbles, flopping on his back with his feet rested on the floor, and knees bent at the edge of the mattress. "Just wear the yellow one. Your titties look good in it."

"Thanks, Shik. That's what every girl wants to hear," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I dig through my closet for the four or five suits I bought. He throws up a thumbs up, the promise of his eyes being closed and him being half asleep paired with it. What a lazy sass of a friend I have.

"Okay, there's four of them."

"Great," he mumbles, drawing out the word.

I ignore his sarcasm, stripping my clothes off as I decide which one to try on first. "Alright, this one is a black one-piece," I narrate, wiggling myself into the material.

"Hey, here's some crazy shit," Shika says, sitting up right now. "When I look at you, I'll be able to see the style and color of it."

"Hey Shik?" He lets out a hum, the feeling of his eyes coating my back as I check myself out in the mirror. "Stop being a douche."

He rolls my eyes at me, resting his arm on his knee, and his head on his hand. "Do a little spin," he grumbles, a finger on his free hand making a circle in the air. I do as I'm told, slowly spilling so Shikamaru can check the swimsuit out. "One-pieces are for grandmas and women without body confidence. No."

"That's a little harsh."

"Do you want me to sugarcoat it like Ino?"

I grumble out a no, tugging the suit off myself. Shika's eyes stay locked on my nudity, sights ping-ponging alongside my movements until I turn back around. "The next one is also a one-piece - "

"No."

"Shik - "

"I already told you no. You are a hot chick with a hot body. Show it off or else my weekend will be a waste."

"No, it won't be a waste. You can googly eye Ino or Tenten or Hinata or Sakura," I point out, flipping between which of the remaining two to try on next.

"Ino would pretty much be incest, Tenten scares me, Sakura has too much attitude, and Hinata doesn't have enough attitude," he explains, rolling his eyes at me again. I swear, one of these days I'm going to poke his eyes out.

"Alright, the third is a string bikini, it's powder blue and I think it makes my ass look good," I ramble, tying the strings the best I can alone. "What do you think?" I ask, doing another slow turn.

"No," he pushes out, shifting his position as he adjusts his pants. "You look..."

"Hot?"

"Easy."

"Easy?!" I yelp, crossing my arms across my chest as I glare at Shikamaru. "I'm not easy!"

"I didn't say you were! I just said that... you look easy," he mumbles the last three words, eyes locked on my chest as he adjusts himself again. "Are you easy?"

"No! What the hell, Shik?"

"You should be... easy. Like... right now. For me."

"I asked you over to pick a swimsuit, not for a fuck," I grumble, slowly walking towards him. "This isn't picking a swimsuit," I continue, using my knee to push his open before sliding between his legs.

"The... the fourth one," he mumbles, fingers curling around the thin material, sliding back and forth as his eyes drink me up.

"You haven't even seen it yet," I complain, crossing my arms over my chest again, trying to hold onto my anger that's being drained by arousal. "How do you know it'll look good?"

"You look good in everything. You look better in nothing, though," Shika tells me, eyes still jumping around as he tugs the flimsy material to the side, leaving me exposed for him to enjoy. "Though, you also look really good in this swimsuit."

"Then I'll wear this one."

"No!" He races out, eyes snapping up to my face, his face scrunched up. "I mean... no, you still look easy."

"Do I look easy or is someone getting a little jealous?" I tease, cupping his chin and forcing him to shake his head yes. "Aw, is Shika worried he's going to lose the 'fuck' benefit of being m buddy?"

"I'm not that shallow," he mumbles, rolling his eyes at me again. "We're friends cause I like being friends. Not because you let me hit it on occasion."

     "Then I'm going to wear the swimsuit."

     "Pack the goddamn swimsuit and I'll set it on fire."

     "Set it on fire and I'll go skinny dipping all weekend."

     "Or," he starts, a single finger slowly cruising through my folds, landing on my clit to rub light circles into it. "I can make you cum and in turn, you wear the fourth swimsuit."

     "Ya alright," I give in, decking down to press a kiss against his lips. Shika's finger pushes into me, lightly curling against my walls as our lips dance against each other. "I have a question." He hums in acknowledgment, sliding kisses up and down my stomach as he curls another finger in me. "Did you only agree to my fashion show so we could fuck?"

     "Oh, ya. I'm not going to get any this weekend so might as well empty out now so I have a little more control while you girls walk around half naked," he admits, a third finger added before he starts thrusting them in and out of me. Shikamaru's tongue slides out, slowly trailing from the string of my bottoms and stopping at the connection string of my top. "Take your top off."

     "Demanding, aren't we?" I mock, tugging on the skippy strings and letting the material tumble to the floor. "You're such a tit guy."

     "I'm an ass guy too," he says, squeezing my butt with his free hand before it jumps up to my breast. He toys with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his mouth sucks on the other one. After some time he switches his places, eyes flicker up for a moment. "You take forever," he groans, pulling his touches away from me.

"My bad, two-pump-chump," I grumble, a yelp spilling from me when Shikamaru grabs me. His arms wrap around my legs, tugging me onto the bed. "Shika!" I giggle, back landing against my mattress as he settles between my knees.

"Yes, Pet?" He murmurs, tongue sliding across my inner thigh. I toy with his hair, rubbing my nails gently across his skull, pulling a soft whimper from him. "I hate how well you know me," he groans, undoing the strings of my bikini bottoms, and dropping them on the top left on the floor.

"No, you don't," I tease, dropping my hands down to his shirt, and tugging him up my body before I start pulling it up. Once he's free from his shirt, his necklace hangs between us, dangling in my face. God I swear, I don't know what it is but it's so hot.

"You're not paying attention to me. What a drag, you're not even into it."

"I am," I hum, lifting my hand, and using a finger to toy with our clan pendent. "I'm just getting a little bored with our routine."

"The fuck am I supposed to do with that?" He grumbles, shifting his weight back and forth between the hands pressed next to my head.

"I don't know, you're the genus here, not me."

Shikamaru lets out a long, deep sigh of annoyance, his eyes falling into their 'I look pissed but I'm thinking' look. His brows are pressed together, eyes set forward and slit. "Are your parents home?"

"No."

Silence falls between us again, Shika's eyebrows shifting as the gears in his head turn. "If I blindfold you are you going to lose your shit?"

"We're known as the Shadow Clan. I think I'll be okay with a little bit of darkness."

With that, Shika climbs off of me, his focus shifting through my dresser drawers. He stays silent when he finds my Shinobi band, carefully tying it around my eyes before whispering in my ear. "I'll be right back. Just chill."

I do as I'm told, relaxing in bed as I wait for him to return. It doesn't take long for his aura to fill my room again, my curiosity sparked by what he'll do. "What do you have planned, Mr Genus?"

"If I told you," he starts, the feeling of his breath sliding over my pussy startling me a bit. "It would ruin the plan, Miss I'm Getting Bored." My thighs are gripped, being tugged further apart. "Make sure you tell me if you're not good."

"I know, Shik."

"Just making sure," he mutters, brushing kisses against my thighs again. As the kisses roll around my skin, I'm slowly lulled, the gentleness of Shikamaru threatening to put me to sleep.

The sound of a click fills my senses with the feeling of heat licking at my thighs. "What the fuck, Shikamaru!" I yelp shoving his hand away.

"Is that a 'surprised' fuck or a 'I don't like that' fuck?" His voice is followed by soft clinking. The sound is followed by something chilled pressed to the spot previously accompanied by some kind of flame.

"Surprised fuck," I murmur, shivers running up my spine as the chilliness melts, dripping down my skin. It's an ice cube, isn't it? And the click and flame combo was Shika's lighter. What a smart but bored man.

"Mmm, good," he mutters, dropping the ice cub, making them clink against each other again. His tongue slides across my leg, lapping up the water left behind. "Is this exciting enough, Miss Bored?"

"Yes, Sir."

He hums again, climbing up my body. "Alright, you needy girl. I'm going to rest in you until you're worked up enough cause you're too much work."

"Lair, you just want to feel me pulse around you," I tease, my hands crawling down his body. Shikamaru has stripped since I've been blinded, sparking my excitement even more.

His necklace taps against my skin as he moves, the feeling of his lips mapping out his slow climb. "So what if I do? We're doing this because - "

"Hey, Sweetie? Are you home?" My mother's voice rings out, pulling a disappointed sigh from the both of us.

"You need to move out," he grumbles, tugging the headband off my eyes as he crawls off of me. "For now," he starts, mouth clinging to my throat, sucking on my skin as hard as he can. "We're going to greet your mom, excuse ourselves for lunch, and then we're going to continue our new game at my place," he finishes before sucking on the same spot, promising to leave a dark bruise on my neck.

     "Shik," I whine, knotting my hands around his ponytail before I try to pull his lips off me. "You're going to leave a bruise."

     "Ya, that's the point," he grumbles, his tone not matching the smile being pressed against my skin.

     "So much for not being jealous," I tease, managing to pull Shikamaru off me, a loud pop following the loss of his suction.

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     "Nara-Chan!" Neji calls, waving at me as his squad and him walk towards our squad. "You look... good," he mutters, eyes jumping over me before he gives me a closed-eyed smile, a soft pink dusting his cheeks.

It's an open secret among our generation that Neji has started forming a bit of a crush on me. With the aftermath of the war, neither one of us has had the time to move the relationship past playful flirting. Though, hopefully, after this weekend that won't be the case anymore. The soft rumor of Neji asking me out filtering around helping that.

Every year, the twelve of us have taken a weekend away from the village to go do something other than work. It usually ends up being all of us camping near a river or lake and just spending the weekend relaxing. We're doing that again this year, hence picking out a swimsuit yesterday with Shika.

"Hey, Nej," I greet, returning his wave as he settles in front of me. "Are you excited for the trip?" He hums a yes, eyes not-so-secretly climbing my form again. His eyebrows scrunch when he gets further up my body, making me a bit concerned. Is there food or something on my shirt?

"Hello," Shikamaru's voice rings out as my eyes jump down, checking for a stain or leftover crumbs from the chips Choji and I shared. "What's up, Neji?" He asks, stopping next to me as he greets our friend. Shika's hand jumps up, tapping against my neck before his focus shifts back to the pleasantries Neji and him are sharing.

My eyes flutter towards a smug Shik, cockiness waving off of him. Why the hell was Neji looking at me so weird? Why did Shikamaru tap my neck?... oh.

Heat blooms across my face as I remember the dark hickey present on my neck. The very dark and very big bruise Shikamaru left behind yesterday.

"Anyway," Neji says, tugging me out of my thoughts and embarrassment. "Do you want to walk with me, Nara-Chan?"

"Yes," I rush out quickly, the heat on my face now from being flustered instead of embarrassed. "I... um... yes, I would like to walk with you," I correct, keeping my tone soft and even this time.

"Great," Neji says, sending me another smile. "I'm going to go greet the others. I'll come find you when we're ready to go, alright?"

"Alright," I murmur, smiling back at him. My eyes trail after Neji, watching him walk away to greet the rest of my squad and his cousin's squad that just showed up.

When my eyes shift back to Shikamaru, who's gloomy, arms crossed over his chest, and a glare shot toward Neji. I swear if he was any moodier a storm cloud would form over his head. "You're walking with Neji instead of me?" He groans, the heat of his glare still stuck on the other man.

"Ya. You're walking with Choji anyway. Why do you care?"

"I don't!" He snaps out, his anger pointed toward me instead of Neji. "Okay, maybe I do," he grumbles, eyes softening as he rolls them at me. "You're pretty blind, do you know that?"

"Why? Because I have more friends than just you?" I tease, laughing at his shocked face as I walk away to greet Shino's squad.

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     I nod along to the story Tenten is telling me, half paying attention as I look at the scenery. Most of the girls have switched to being carried, not because we're tired but because we're lazy and the guys all have a complex of wanting to be better than the others. So, Lee is carrying Tenten, Kiba is carrying Hinata, Shika is carrying Ino, and Neji is carrying me. Naruto offered to carry Sakura but that ended with him getting a bruise or two.

     "So ya, I packed two swimsuits cause the guys are no help," Tenten grumbles, rolling her eyes before she playfully glares at Neji.

     "If it makes you feel any better, Shikamaru wasn't much help picking out my swimsuit either," I tell her, the both of us giggling at the guys' incompetence. "I think you should go with the red one though. You always look good in red."

     "Alright! Break time!" Shino's voice rings out, paired with a hand clap. The bug shinobi - like always - has declared himself in charge because he's 'older and wiser' than the rest of us. The real reason he's in charge is because Neji doesn't want to put up with Naruto and Shikamaru is too lazy to do it, but none of us are going to tell him that.

     We all settle to the side of the path, a few of the guys decking into the forest for a pee break. "Are you ready to get down?" Neji asks, his head tilting backward to look at me.

     "Ya, I should probably stretch my legs and give you a break," I answer, wiggling around on his back. He bends down a bit, shorting my jump off him. "Alright, Nej-man," I chirp, stretching myself out. "How much longer until we're to the spot?"

     "I would say an hour. Maybe two depending on if we stop again or how many... issues Naruto has," He says, stressing the word 'issues' as his eyes bounce toward the blonde boy.

     "That's not too bad," I mumble, sinking to the ground to sit under one of the trees. I rest my head against the bark of it, my eyes falling closed to give them a break from the sun.

     "Nara-Chan?"

     "Neji?" I hum, slowly opening my eyes again.

     Since I've closed my eyes, Neji has pulled out a water bottle. The top off and wrapped up in his hand. "When was the last time you drank water?"

     "Uh..." I murmur, having to take a second to figure out the answer. "I don't know. Before we left I think."

     Neji lets out a disapproving hum, paired with an equally disapproving look. "We have been out in the sun and the heat all day. You need to be drinking water."

"It's fine. When I'm thirty I will. It's not that big of a deal."

"Yes, it is. Dehydration is a big deal and not something I want you to suffer with," he lectures, sinking to kneel in front of me. "Now, open your mouth Nara-Chan," Neji says, his hand resting under my chin, tipping my head up. Reluctantly I snap my mouth open, eyeing the barely older man. He tips his water bottle, water-falling the liquid into my mouth.

"See? Isn't that better?" He mutters, his eyes locked on my neck again as he sets the bottle down. Neji's eyes shift, locking in mine. When I try to break the staring contest, he uses his hold on my face to put it back in place. "I'm waiting for an answer."

"Oh... um, ya. That's better," I finally answer, my breathing suddenly feeling more labored. Thoughts that would turn Neji red flicker through my mind for a moment. I guess Lee wasn't lying when he said his friend was planning to focus on forming our relationship this weekend.

"Good, now please excuse me," Nej says, squeezing my face gently before dropping his hold on me. "I will be back," he mutters, packing his water bottle back in his bag before disappearing into the trees.

"What the hell was that?" Ino shrieks, her sudden presence next to startling me.

"I don't know," I answer, my voice pitched and mind running wild.

"I don't either. What I do know is that Shikamaru is pissed off again," she tells me, shrugging towards the small circle of Shika, Shino, and Kiba a couple of paces away.

Ino is right. Shikamaru's eyes are locked on me, sight intense as he stares at me, occasionally glances at the spot Neji disappeared from. His arms are crossed too, jaw locked, and the gears in his head turning again. I was kidding when I was poking fun at him for being jealous. I'm starting to think it's not a joke anymore.

Dear Lord, this weekend isn't going to play out smoothly, is it?

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto shippuden smut #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru nara oneshot #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara smut #shikamaru oneshot #shikamaru smut #shikamaru nara #neji hyuga oneshot #neji oneshot #neji hyuga x reader #neji x reader #neji hyuga

[sinful-lanterns]

University AU one of the women organize some beach hangout or something like that.Imagine all of them staring at reader wearing a swimsuit 😩😩

OUGHHH THEY’RE ALL GONNA BE BLUSHING FOR SURE 😭

I can imagine Bai Yi and Chelsea fangirling over you the most, Eirene is trying to hide her blush behind some sunglasses, Cabernet has never wanted to devour you more, Cinnabar is panicking and trying to cover you up with a towel (while also trying not to peek), Chameleon is just full on eye-fucking you—

Also, suddenly you have a whole group of women offering to help put sunscreen on your back. Cinnabar is too busy trying to fend them all off (saying something about how she could do it) but Suspect R somehow beat her to the punch and was now pressing her fingers against your body because ofc the mysterious, odd woman managed to get there quick enough.

UGHH I LOVE IMAGINING BEACH SCENARIOS. I WANT MORE 💘💘

#⛓️ interrogation complete #university au #BEACH DAYYY

[balkanradfem]

Hello, I have an issue and I don't really have anyone to talk to about that specific thing. I stopped waxing my body hair two years ago when I stumbled across radical feminism on tumblr, and it's been amazing! My confidence is through the roof and I stopped caring about men. Except. For the body hair. I mean, I still don't shave or anything. But I have very thick body hair due to hormonal issues and repeated waxing/shaving since I was 12. Especially on my chin where I have very thick duvet. I caved and allowed my mother to pay for laser hair removal. But it makes me crazy because I want to do it all over now. I used to swim regularly but I lost my only swimsuit where my "luscious" pubic hair was not visible (kind of... it basically goes halfway down my thigh) and they are really rare and expensive, most swimsuits are basically pubic hair out. And even while I had that one, I was very uncomfortable with my armpit hair which is literally longer than my hair. I have my hair until my ears but still, that's really long. Do you have advice, or I don't know really, stuff to make me change my mind about pubic/armpit hair and laser hair removal? I know it's not good for skin, causes skin cancer I think? But I feel so alone and idk, like a hairy beast. It gets lonely.

Ah I can relate to being scrutinized and judged in public for your body hair, even if I don't have the extra hormonal, but I remember struggling to feel normal and always feeling like I'm being watched.

I can only offer a part of what helped me: there's actually no law stating that you have to wear a woman's swimming suit on the beach or anywhere else. I wear swimming trunks and a whole t-shirt when I'm swimming and nobody has said one word to me, and I've felt super comfortable in those! It's not very eye-drawing and it's great for a transition before you are able to feel comfortable - or in some cases, if there's males around, I understand never being able to feel comfortable because they will objectify you, but that has nothing to do with your body hair, that's just the way they are.

But you don't have to wear swimming clothing that's been designed for male fantasies and fetishes, you can absolutely make or get something that makes you comfortable and un-selfconscious.

It does take years and years to become comfortable with body hair, even the normal amount. I remember at one point realizing that what I'm having, the full body hair, is normal, and being completely shaved and bare is weird, mimicking children's immature bodies, and also making your body vulnerable to infections and diseases, as well as causing discomfort. Most of body hair we have is so that our skin wouldn't chafe together, to make our movement more comfortable! So seeing women shaved naked makes me uncomfortable, I know they're undergoing discomfort, itching, bleeding, chafing, prickling and all other stuff that comes with shaving. Seeing a woman with full body hair just makes me relax and I feel so happy that she's comfortable too. Being completely shaved to me is a sign of oppression.

And later when I became even more comfortable, the thought of being a bit more repulsive and unpalatable to males made me happy. It's slightly harder to objectify a woman who is fully comfortable and unwilling to mimic a child's body with her own. So I'm displaying full freedom from their desires in front of them and don't have to care. I am however, still sad for all the women who can't do it, and are undergoing discomfort only to be slightly more palatable to their oppressors.

I don't know if my opinions can help you see it in a different way at all, it was a long journey for me, and the best I can say is, take your time. It's okay if it takes a decade to feel fully comfortable, I believe that you'll get there! There's nothing but comfort and joy waiting for you at the end of it.

#body hair #female body hair #swimming with body hair #feeling self-conscious #womens oppression

[vintagepresley]

Y/n is costar in blue Hawaii and elvis gets a boner in the white swim trunks

Ahhh, my baby Elvis. This might get wild because him in those shorts... fuck. Thank you for the request!! ❤️

A Good Old-Fashioned Spanking

You were one of Elvis' costars in his new film Blue Hawaii, you were hired to be one of the young girls his character was showing around the island. You were so excited because you had always been a fan of his and being in a movie with him was a dream for you. Just being on set with him felt like a fever dream because you couldn't keep your eye off of him and you blushed anytime he spoke to you or called you 'Honey', which you knew was ridiculous because he called all the girls honey, but when he said to you it made you want to melt right then and there. His smile, those cheekbones, the way his eyes stared at you so intensely that he made you feel like the only person in the room. He treated everyone so respectfully but seemed to always give you a bit more attention than the others. Which you thought was in your head or maybe it was to make you feel more comfortable since you were younger than the women they hired to play the other teenager girls he was showing around.

The next scene that you were going to be in together was the scene where he takes you all down to the beach that night and he's getting ready to sing the song, 'Slicin' Sand. You were dressed in a blue swimsuit for the scene that really mapped out your curves. Expecting it to be a simple musical number. But what you weren't expecting when he walked onto the set were the tiny white shorts he walked out in. Your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when you saw them and the way they perfectly hugged his ass and other parts of his body, you couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his pants because they were hugging him so tight around his crotch that it was hard to miss it and his ass, you couldn't take your eyes off his ass and how amazing it looked. You were practically drooling at the sight of him, feeling a slight tingling sensation coming from the heat between your legs, but you knew you had to get your shit together quick because the scene was about to start. You closed your eyes, and took small deep breaths, exhaling sharply trying to find your center and some kind of decorum.

Once you felt calm again the vision of him in those shorts out of your mind, you opened your eyes again only to see him standing directly in front of you and you gasped quietly. "You doing okay, lil mama?" he said in that sultry, southern accent of his. You felt like you couldn't breath now as your eyes lingered back down to his shorts, taking a small gulp and nodding your head as you stared up at him. "Oh, yeah, I-I'm good, Elvis." you say a bit nervously with a smile.

Don't look at shorts... Don't look at his shorts...

"You sure, honey? Do ya need another minute?" he hummed, reaching over to brush some of your hair out of your face. You felt your heart flutter just from that simple gesture. You nodded with a smile, trying to hold in everything that you were feeling, your thighs brushing up against one another as you felt the tingling turning into a full blown pulse. "I'm sure, Elvis. I'm fine." you said softly. He nodded with a smile and you watched as he walked way, staring at the way his ass moved in those shorts, shaking your head at how crazy you were being. You eventually did the scene and you were in awe of Elvis who may have disliked the singing in this movies, but you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he always performed them so well. He made it hard to focus on what you were suppose to be doing in the scene, but you pushed through it and got it down. Once the scene was over and the director yelled cut, you let out a sigh of relief and it was going to take them some time to set up for the next scene of the movie.

You decided to maybe head back to trailer to maybe rehearsal some of your lines for your upcoming scenes and as you turned to walk away, you felt someone grabbing your arm and you turned to see that it was Elvis and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Where ya going, honey?" he asked with a smile. "I was just going to head back to my trailer for a bit to maybe rehearse my lines." you said with a shrug. "Oh, well, I could use some help rehearsing one of our scenes together, I just want to make sure I'm getting it right." he said with a sly grin. "Well, you can come to my trailer and we can go over the lines together, I don't mind. We'd be happy each other." you said with a smile. "Sounds good to me, honey. Lead the way." he said with a cheeky grin.

You thought it was a bit odd that the one person who not only memorized his lines, but everyone else's suddenly needed help going over his lines, but you didn't read too much into it. He followed closely behind you and as the two of you approached your trailer, you walked up the steps, opening the door and the two of you walked inside together, he shut the door behind the two of you. You grabbed your script that sat on the table, flipping through it and glancing over at him, taking another peek at his shorts as he was looking around your trailer, shaking your head from the naughty thoughts that clouded your mind. "So, what scene did you need help with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He walked toward you now getting real close, you stared at him chewing at the inside of your cheek.

He grabbed the script from your hands with a soft chuckle, setting it down on the table. "Well, y'know the scene where I'm suppose to spank ya? I was wonderin' if we could rehearsal that.. Just so I get it right." he said with a smirk, clearly having other intentions. You didn't even know what to say now, getting a bit giddy and shy, reaching a hand up to twirl your fingers through your hair. "Um... Do you really think you need to rehearse that... Isn't it pretty straightforward?" you asked quietly. "Yeah, but I like to get things right the first time, y'know? It's strictly business. I mean you want to get it right don't ya?" he said in a serious tone. "Hm, okay, well, if you say so.." you said softly, how could you say no to him and just the very thought brought naught things back into your head.

You watched as he took a seat on the couch, sitting up and having his lap on full display for you, his shorts rising up a bit as he was sat, you licked at your lips at the sight of them. He patted his lap for you as he stared up at you, his eyes wandering over your swimsuit, taking a nice long look at you. You slowly made your way over to him, and he gestured for you to lay across his lap and you took a deep breath leaning down and moving yourself across his lap until you were laying over it. You were in one of the most vulnerable positions you've ever been in around Elvis and you felt yourself blushing, having to remind yourself that it was for the scene. It was just work. He was smirking at the sight of you laying across his lap, eyeing how your swimsuit fit you and hugged your body, staring down at your ass that began to peek out of the bottom the underwear of he suit.

You got yourself a bit more comfortable on his lap, wiggling your ass around a bit and bringing it up a bit further towards him, he grinned to himself and he brought his hand down to press firmly against your ass, lightly rubbing over it. You squirmed beneath his touch, pursing your lips tight together, feeling the tingling sensation back between your legs again, he rested his other hand against your back and before you knew it he lifted his hand up and was bringing it down to slap your ass but it was a gentle slap which caused you to squirm just a bit and he smirked at the way your ass jiggled before him. Then he lifted his hand up again, this time bringing his hand down with bit more force that caused a small squeal to escape your lips and this time that one stung.

"Shhh.. We don't want anyone to hear what's going on in here do we?" he mumbled with a smirk, rubbing his hand over your beautiful ass, slapping it hard repeatedly now and grabbing a hand full of your ass, you whimpered softly at the stinging feeling, squirming more in his lap and suddenly you were more flushed than before because you were actually getting turned on by this. He grabbed a hold of you forcing you still. "C'mon on now, honey, I need ya to stay still for me." he said sternly. You did your best to stay still, biting down on your bottom lip and then he came slap after slap after slap against your ass, each other harder than then last and now you couldn't possibly stay still because it was stinging so much and suddenly you could feel something poking you in the stomach and growing against you. He let out a soft groan, you realized it was his cock and your body nearly shuddered at the feeling. "Fuck... Didn't I say stay still? You don't listen." he mumbled.

He grabbed a hold of your swimsuit underwear, tugging it down to reveal your bare ass to him, you wiggled as a small gasped left your mouth. "Elvis! This isn't part of the scene!" you said with a soft squeal. "Mm, I know.. Now it's just a punishment for you not listening and getting me all hard, baby." he smirked. His soft hand rubbed over the soft skin of your ass, squeezing and patting it lightly, but that lasted for only a moment as he started spanking your ass so hard, making sure he was getting each cheek and each smack stung more than the last and he was turning your ass red now. You squirmed and whimpered out. "E-Elvis... Please.." you mumbled. He spanked your ass again. "Hm? You gonna be a good little girl and listen to me? Huh?" he asked demandingly, spanking you again. "Yes.. Y-Yes.." you whispered, feeling your slick pooling between your legs. "Hm? I couldn't hear you..." he said, spanking you harder. "Yes, daddy!" you shouted. He smirked at your words, rubbing his hands over your marked up ass, trying to soothe the pain.

"Stand up." he said with a soft groan. You slowly climbed off his lap, your legs feeling wobbly and your ass feeling so sore. "Will you be a good girl for me and rub your ass against my cock, baby? You got me so fucking hard now, I need you to fix it." he said, reaching for your hand and rubbing it lovingly. "Y-Yes..." you said, you didn't know what was happening or why it was happening or why it was happening with YOU. But you had no complaints because you were lusting over him this entire time that you'd do anything for him. He grinned at your words and he reached over to tug your underwear down your legs and you slowly stepped out of them, becoming shy once your pussy was on display for him, covering yourself with your other hand, he pushed it away. "Don't do that.. I wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours, baby." he smirked, moving his hand between your thighs, running it up and down between your legs slowly, he could feel you trembling from his touch.

"Nothing to be nervous about, honey. I ain't gonna hurt ya, I just some innocent fun. Don't worry." he hummed. You nodded at his words, and then he leaned back against the couch, patting your lap. "Sit down, baby." he cooed. You turned around so your ass was facing him and then you sat down directly on his throbbing hard cock that poked out of his shorts, you let out a small whine from the stinging pain from your ass. He let out a soft groan. "Mm... Bring your legs up and spread them open for me and place your feet on on the couch. I want to make my baby happy." he mumbled, his smirk never leaving his lips. You listened to his words, bringing your legs up, resting your feet onto the couch and spreading your legs wide open for him. There just so happened to be a mirror right across from the two of you that you forgot to put back in your bedroom.

He was staring right into it watching you on top of him, the sight of your beautiful wet pussy open and on display for him, he watched as the slick dripped down your folds and pooling onto his shorts, he brought his hand between your legs, tracing his fingers against your soft folds. "Damn, baby, you're soaked for me..." he mumbled. You let out a soft moan from the very feeling of his fingers tracing over your pussy, bring your hand up to your lips, biting at your fingertips shyly. He felt his cock pressed right in between your ass cheeks. "I want you to move your ass against me while I finger you, baby." he whispered in your ear. You nodded, breathing heavily already as you slowly began to move yourself against him, your ass pressed firmly against him grinding on him in the most seductive way.

He let out loud groan the moment you started moving against him. "Just like that, baby..." he hummed, he let his fingers slip between your folds, letting them play around in your slick as he moved them up and down your slit, you tilted your head back moaning softly and feeling your legs shake and wanting to close around him, you felt his other hand on your hips, forcing you to grind faster against his cock. Your ass practically humping his cock and feeling it throb between your cheeks, his groans coming out louder as his fingers circled around your clit, flicking the sensitive little bud around his fingertips, a loud moan escaping your lips followed by a crying whimper as you squirmed from his touch. He pressed kisses along the side of your face. "Be still, baby..." he mumbled, dragging his fingers firmly against your clit, flicking it once again between his fingers and then gliding his fingers down and pushing his fingers inside of your tight pussy, your whole body trembled when you felt his fingers inside of you.

"Shit.. You're so fucking tight, mama." he groaned out, pumping his fingers slowly at first to try to get you to open up for him a little more as he felt your walls tight around him, the more he pumped his fingers the more you started to relax around him and he was able to shove his fingers in deep, your slick completely coating your fingers and dripping down his hand. You tried your best to keep grinding and humping his cock, but he was making it so difficult with how deep his fingers were inside of you. That he had to force you to sit still with his other hand. His fingers pumping slow and steady within you trying to stay in tune with your hips that rocked against him. "Mm.. Elvis... Fuck..." you whimpered out.

He was staring back at the mirror that sat before the two of you, watching his fingers move in and out of your perfect tight pussy, watching you soak his fingers in your juices, taking him deep inside all while you rode your ass against his cock, your slick making a mess on his little white shorts and on his own thighs, which he only got more turned on by, reached his other hand up to grab your face and turn it towards the mirror. "Look at yourself, mama.. Making such a mess on my lap with your pussy. You're such a dirty little girl." he mumbled into your ear as he continued to groan. You watched his as his long fingers fucked you, which only caused you to become more wet for him, moving your hips faster against him as you humped him at a quicker pace, which only prompted him to move his fingers at the same pace, forcing them in deep and curling his fingers in just the right way that he was hitting the spots that had you practically yelping and moaning out his name.

"Shhh... Mama... Don't want people to know what's goin' on in here." he said, placing his hand over your mouth, forcing your moans to come out muffled against his hand, your eyes rolling back as the two of you continued to move at the same pace, the sounds of both of your hot noises echoing throughout the trailer. You were breathing so heavy, your moans coming out airy and he was grunting and groaning so seductively right into your ear, the both of you pleasuring each other so well, trying to make the other cum. As you glanced back into the mirror he had your pussy covered in your slick, dripping and pooling all between your folds, you watched as it dripped even more onto his lap, his own thighs glistening with your slick.

You could feel yourself reaching your climax ready to make an even bigger mess on him, ready to explode and give it what he wanted. His swollen, sensitive cock throbbing, pulsating in between your ass. He knew he was about to cum real soon and he wanted to cum right on your ass when he did. You started to rock your hips back and forth so that you riding his fingers and grinding on his cock, which only pushed you further into your climax, wanting to watch the moment you came on his cock, so you lifted your head back trying to keep your eyes open no matter how badly you wanted to close them because of how stimulated you were and he was also looking in the mirror, watching you the entire time with a pleasing smirk. His fingers moving at a quicker pace and you cried out his name the moment your orgasm hit and your cum came pouring out of you making a complete mess on his hand, his lap and the couch. "Elvis, Elvis... Fuck.. E-Elvis..." you cried as your whole body trembled above him.

"Oh fuck, mama.. Goddamn... You messy little girl.." he growled, pulling his fingers out of you and watching as the rest of your cum came dripping out of you onto his lap, he was memorized by it all that the very sight of you cumming is all he needed. "Holy shit... I-I'm gonna fucking cum..." he cried out, he grabbed you roughly pushed you down onto the couch, making you lay on your stomach as he stood up, pulling his large cock out of his wet shorts, wrapping his hand that was soaked in your juices, around the girth of his cock, pumping himself swiftly, giving the head of his cock the most attention as he milked his cock for you to give you all his cum, the feeling of your slick coating his cock felt so good, that he felt his body tense up, shake and his hips bucked as he finally reached his climax, his cum spurting out right onto your bruised ass, he had so much cum to give you that he showered your ass in it. You were watching him in the mirror, chewing your bottom lip as you felt the warmth of his seed dripping over you as he gave you every last drop.

Once he was finished he was pulling his shorts back up and tucking his tired cock back into his tight shorts, exhaling sharply trying to catch his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow, knowing he was going to get questions once he got back to set about the wet marks on his shorts, but he was just going to make up some lie. You stared up at him, more in love with him than you were before now, feeling so dirty after what you the two of just did, but you loved every moment of it. "Wow, thank you, lil mama... Now you better be fully prepared for our scene tomorrow or I'll have to give you another spanking like I did tonight." he chuckled, a cheeky grin forming on his lips.

**

I GOT TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS ONE. Oh lord, I'm sorry. It's the shorts. 😩

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[axailslink]

Photos?

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: your ex-girlfriend is obsessed with you and Riri is sick and tired so she sends her a video of her having you all hot and bothered.

A/n: I'm in no way romanticizing sending random folks your significant other nudes.

Snippet from the fic: “ "if I sent one of our videos to someone would you be mad?" You turn your head and sit up "uhm... Riri who did you send the video to?" ”

You'll admit you may have had a soft spot for toxic women in the past but you've grown up and grown out of that phase of life. Toxic relationships just aren't cute to you when you remember the constant arguing and fighting that you had to endure. Getting into a healthy relationship afterward was like some sort of reward being with Riri makes you realize you don't need to endure that bullshit and you shouldn't have to beg for someone's attention. Especially someone who claims to love you. Your relationship was as strong and healthy as ever when your ex-girlfriend saw a photo on your Instagram of you and Riri chilling in your bed a blunt between your lips and Riri sitting on your lap. You don't know what possessed her to do this but she found Riri's Instagram and sent her a screenshot of the photo then replied with her own photo which has you and your ex in swimsuits with her kissing down your neck she texted I see she still enjoys taking photos Riri isn't one to play about her girl so she doesn't reply. She didn't even bother bringing it up to you either. She would have continued to ignore the message but they kept coming for a week straight every day there was a new photo and the more she sent the more explicit they got it was riling Riri up. It was pissing Riri off.

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You're laying on Riri's chest when she asks "if I sent one of our videos to someone would you be mad?" You turn your head and sit up "Uhm...Riri who did you send the video to?" Riri scrolls through her phone as she replies "some bitch named Chelsea she was sending old pics so I sent her our very recent video" you widen your eyes and she nods "she wanted to play checkers and I'm playing chess." Her phone dings and Riri laughs "ha she blocked me and told me to count my fucking days." You sit up fully now "she has a gun Riri" Riri shrugs "I have a full suit of armor what she gone do?" You can't help but laugh at Riri's cockiness. "Which suit the one made of scrap metal or the one made of vibranium? Only one of them can handle a gunshot." Riri shoves you playfully and laughs "you and your jokes gone get you messed up." You smile and cock your head "mess me up then mamas do something do something" she rolls her eyes as you playfully punch her stomach.

"Girl sit down doing all that moving for nothing." She grabs you by your waist and pulls you onto her lap. "Make me" Riri laughs "you really do enjoy saying that" you nod and she can only smile at your giddiness before pecking your lips "I'm still talking" the pecks grow into kisses now her hands cup your face firmly as she kisses you and down your jaw. "Hm, I'm curious what video did you send her?" Riri hums as she leaves hickeys down your throat "your birthday video" you blink for a moment trying to conjure up the memory. When it hits you it hits hard the thoughts of that night flood your mind as the heat does to your face. "You talking about the first time I rode your face?" Riri nods as she sits back admiring the work she's made on your neck and down your chest. "Yep, that's the one you're so pretty in that video" Riri opens her phone and goes to her camera roll "you want to see?" You shake your head no but you glance over anyways. In said video you're holding onto the bed as Riri focuses on flicking her tongue against your clit. "look at the way your body's convulsing" suddenly feeling embarrassed you grab the phone "okay point made" Riri laughs "awn you embarrassed?" You glare at her as you turn her phone off.

"Whatever that's enough I'm going to go shower I feel unclean after seeing that" you get off of Riri's lap and head to the bathroom but Riri follows close behind "hold on I want to join" you shake your head "nope I'm good just me" you grab your dry towel as you enter the bathroom but Riri grabs you by your waist "c'mon now it ain't even that serious." "Yes, it looks like I'm getting electrocuted in that video." Riri can't stop the laugh that escapes her mouth it's loud and only further embarrasses you.

Riri kisses you so many times that night to keep you from being embarrassed "it's normal" she'd say or "it ain't even that bad." However the embarrassment stays locked in your mind while she constantly watches the video trying to catch the reason you're so embarrassed.

A/n: Is this corny cheesy and all that? Yes, do I care? Nope, I don't give not one fudge nugget. Enjoy this shit post.

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[elswing]

thinking about my blorbos (the entire subculture of the telerin elves) again. does anyone happen to have any thoughts or headcanons on what they wear as swimwear? in my head different elven cultures have varying opinions on what's considered scandalous and some who are generally more "conservative" than others (i've seen a few people write about the noldor loving hair and considering touching it to be very intimate, for example, which i LOVEEEEEEE) and i like to think because most of their traditions and day-to-day life is spent near the ocean or swimming in it that they're a lot less bothered by nudity, but i'm not sure being naked would be practical all the time

i've tried to look up what people in our world used to wear before what we recognise as the swimsuit was invented, but all i could find involved veeeery heavy, uncomfortable garments meant to conceal women's bodies at all cost (and in some cases the men just went full commando) which doesn't match my thought process at all. as far as i can tell, there aren't a lot of fabrics that could mimic what we use in their time period and what they used as undergarments wouldn't be suitable in the water at all. if anyone has any thoughts PLEASE let me know i spend way too much time being bothered by this already

#also i dont know who came up with it but i've also seen people write about elves using hair braiding to signify marital- #-status and rank and profession and other stuff and i love that SO much oh my GOD. #@.runawaymun had a ficlet about elrond meeting lindir in the greenwood that touched on this more god im so obsessed with that concept #AND THE FIC. SINDAR LINDIR WHO USED TO LIVE IN MIRKWOOD🤌🤌🤌🤌 #KNOWN COLLECTOR OF STRAYS ELROND TAKING HIM BACK WITH HIM🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 goodsoupgoodsoup definitely check that out #but anyway. i love the lotr fandom so much i love how much more depth they add to an already extensive rich pre-existing lore #i love elf cultures i love headcanons about them. please talk to me about elf cultures please please please please #silmarillion #teleri

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Criminal Minds April Prompt List

All photo credits at the end

Good evening loves! We made it to March! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I will link here new prompt list here once it comes out as well. For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few.

The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌼

You can find all the prompts below the cut

General Prompts

Rival April Fool'sprank war with Characters A and B where members of the team get roped into the pranks.

Characters A and B run into each other at a concert.

The cooling/AC goes out at Character A's apartment so they have to strip down to the basics while Character B fixes the problem.

Character A gets a text from a wrong number from Character B but they suddenly want to talk more.

Character A hates sharks and Character B agrees to watch Jaws with them for the first time.

Character A meets Character B on a cruise vacation.

The BAU men have a Bachelor Party for Character A.

The BAU women have a Bachelor Party for Character A.

Character A agrees to meet with their long-distance partner, Character B, for the first time.

Character A goes a bit overboard for the baby shower for Character B.

On a case at a sleepaway camp the team all have to bunk together in a cabin.

Characters A and B go camping together for the first time.

Character A reminds Character B that all bodies are swimsuit/bikini bodies.

Character A says they'd do anything for a popsicle, so Character B gets them one.

Character A gets back into an old sport and the BAU team shows up for their first game to cheer them on.

A big test has Character A stressed out more than normal and Character B comes and helps them study and feel more relaxed.

Chacters A and B chaperone the Sadie Hawkins dance together.

Character A quits coffee for a month and suffers which makes Character B want to be there for them more than usual.

Character A takes Character B to a place that is very important to them and explains why.

On a hike Character A becomes exhausted and Character B carries them the rest of the way back to the car.

Character A hears that Character B's child is being bullied, so they make sure to go and give the child some love and advice.

Characters A and B go to the roller rink together.

A case that takes place in a theme park!

A case that has a killer inspired by slasher films of the 70s/80s.

Character A asked Character B to be a model for their next drawing/painting/work of art.

Character A gets their identity stolen and Character B helps them out with getting it sorted.

Character A makes an OF account and Character B stumbles across it.

Characters A and B go skinny dipping for the first time together.

Character A gets a new tattoo/piercing and shows Character B. Character B is obsessed with it.

Character A falls in love with Character B; they have completely different fashion styles.

Word Prompts

Bonding

Park

Floral

Popsicle

Sunburn

Dancing

Fingertips

Full Moon

Show-off

Peaceful

Dialog Prompts 

“Sweetheart, you're so pretty, let me get a picture of you."

“Hey guys... I've got something to tell you...” 

“Do you want to go to the pool later today"

“_______ I swear if you don't stop teasing me about my hair cut you might regret it.” 

“________ you look sad. Would you tell me why.” 

“_______ can I have a sip of your drink? It looks so so good!” 

Art Prompts

The BAU sitting around a campfire

Any BAU member being starstruck another member of anyone at all.

A BAU member reading to their kid.

BAU members swapping clothes.

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[mysteriousanderfels]

They don't really care about us

On a normal morning day, Leon Kennedy is ambushed by a strange man in a suit...

Setting: Following RE8's epilogue.

***

“Hello?”

“Hi, mom. How are you?”

“Oh, hi, honey! I’m fine! How are you?”

“I’m fine, too.”

“Oh, it’s good thing you called, I’ve meaning to do so! Mike’s birthday is coming soon, you know! He’s planning this big party at home and I really want you to come! Don’t bring your swimsuit though, I’m planning to drain the pool, hah! He doesn’t want a chaperone around so I will not deal with the shenanigans of three dozen college students!”

“Hah, yeah… Mom, do you remember what we talked about in Switzerland?”

“… Oh. Yes…?”

“Good. Remember it well?”

“… Yes… So it’s that time, then…”

“Yes.”

“Aah… your brother will be so upset. He’s been planning this party since he became the star of his football team with that final touchdown or whatever. Do you know just how many cheerleaders will be here? And he also wanted you to be here so much.”

“I know, but would you rather have him get his birthday party or have him by your side for a few more decades?”

“… I know. I understand very well.”

“I’m sorry mom. To be honest I could have given you more leeway but then it was your birthday last week and I didn’t want to spoil your spa day with your girlfriends.”

“Oh honey. I see. Well, at least I have more than a day to work with.”

“I can talk with Mike if you want.”

“Oh please, I raised a little 007, I think I can handle your little brother.”

“Heh, I have no doubt. I’ll try to keep in touch but as you know, it won’t be as often from now.”

“I know. You just… watch over yourself. That’s all I want. You be careful. Very careful, alright?”

“I will. It’s all… been coming down to this moment.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear, I believe in you, Kólen’ka.”

“Love you, mom.”

The nickname is a slip up, he knows, but it’s fine. They’re already being extra careful with the burner phones and they’re about to set the plan into motion. It would too late for someone to do anything about it.

And anyway, it was nice hearing it. 

***

If one can take a full scope of DC, they will see millions of things happening at once on that indolent autumn morning of September, where the air is crisp, the weather clear and mostly sunny despite the few gray clouds shrouding the sky on that particular day.

What you’ll see is people wearing boxy suit jackets and women wearing sensible skirts, pantsuits and pumps, milling about fake flagstones and ads-ridden subways. Some are carrying suitcases filled with cunning lawyers-crafted contracts about to make someone’s life amazing or miserable, and others are rolling backpacks to fend off the evil of scoliosis enumerated by those same subway ads...

You’ll also see more armored barricades because of the increase in impromptu protesters. Their hoarse-voiced chants drown the perimeter but never carry far enough to the monster in power and its minions. It only hurt the ears of the police officers in body armors, underpaid to deal with the zeal of a bunch of college students pumped on kale juice and coffee shakes so early in the morning.

The whole show is overcast by oversized windows streaked with night rain, humidity and tears.

Yes, for millions of people, DC is the city of better opportunities. The city of powerful monuments that inspire more awe than contemplation. The city that doesn’t take any risks. The city where you can’t get lost in because there’s nothing to lose yourself in.

And as a man observed from outside one of those oversized windows fixes his sleeve garters, It’s been decided it should be in DC where they should finally meet – where everyone is the same kind of nasty: feds.

***

Leon yawns as he walks the shortcut path to his appartement – the one with the liquor store in the way - grocery plastic bag in hand. It was Sunday and blissfully, nothing came from his meeting with Hunnigan at the office. Well, mission-wise at least; but if you take into account the heavy, cranky conversations and meetings he’s started getting from DSO’s hierarchy, he won’t be too quick to stamp ‘blissfully’ on the day just yet.

Something shifty’s going on there. Something has them on edge for a long while now and they can’t seem to just cut the shit and spill it. Chewing the fat with a bunch of feds in suits has never been Leon’s favorite part of his job. Leon snorted to himself. He should be counting his favorite parts of his job - he’d be wrapped up quicker than the other way around.

All depression-induced thoughts aside, something’s not sitting well for a couple of years now and it just keeps on getting more and more fishy - like a decaying corpse about to get finally busted.

What if I’m the decayed corpse, though…

They’re sending him on confidential ops and mission but still want him to never stray too far. They want him to investigate things but also never ask too much questions. To sum it up, it comes back to what he hates to admit and what everybody who knows him is aware of : They want him on an even tighter leash.

Leon grits his teeth.

Well fuck them. Leon is also having his own fishy thoughts. Thoughts about the DSO’s secret dealings with shady agencies, about Blue Umbrella not so squeaky clean and about what he heard from a certain on-going mission in Europe.

He’s drawing his conclusions, he’s cross-referencing his clues and mapping out his exists on the big pinboard inside his mind where it’s safe—since he can’t hazard having one in the privacy of his own flat.

Privacy… is what a goldfish probably have more than him.

"My obsession is to break away from all of this."

It’s a confession he uttered in the dead of the night once.

Is this what’s rattling them? Do they suspect something? Did Leon let something slip up on his glassy façade?

He is so caught up in his train of thoughts, he doesn’t notice the figure standing still twelve feet away in the middle of his path.  

It’s man in a suit.

Leon halts, perplexed for a minute by the stock-still stance as he takes him in because the individual is looking straight at him.

The beginning of a frown mars Leon’s features because it’s getting weird, but still doesn’t open his mouth yet for some reason.

The man starts fucking blinking at last and with that comes a smile that slowly brings life to a static face.

 “Leon Scott Kennedy?”

“… Who’s asking?” Leon starts fully registering his surroundings now.

light blond hair pomaded back. Medium length. Symmetric complexion, high cheekbones, high nose. Light eyes, blue or green, can’t tell from the distance. But freaking pale he could feel the icicles dripping from them as they bore into Leon.

Black suit, red tie, dress shoes – disadvantage there – and… metallic briefcase in the right hand.

The man is capable of facial expression as his eyes crinkle with his smiling reply. “My name’s Nicholas Wentworth.”

“Rings no bell.”

He smiles again with soft huffs, this time showing off a perfect row of teeth. “It won’t.” His voice carries like the music of rills. “But you on the other hand, you’ve been ringing every bell in my life.”

Huh? “Excuse me, what?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just,” the stranger shakes his head, looking almost embarrassed as he smiles to himself in a way that looks so youthful, Leon remembers to ponder the age of this weird as hell bloke who seems to want something with him.

And what a mistake that is. The guy looks rather young which puzzles and rattles Leon even more for he can’t evaluate the situation to a perfect turn. He’s got a fluffy blond mane but slicked the way it is, he reminds Leon of all the pompous new-money his superiors love to invite annually for some more funds and tax-deductible donations.

Maybe he was trying to make himself look older with that hairstyle and that obsidian fabric so expensive it’s probably an offense to refer to it as a ‘black’ suit. Nevertheless, he clearly has some years under Leon – what’s with that clean-shaved, glowing skin even in the dim alley he seems to have oh-so-coincidentally stumbled across Leon in.

“Just so thrilled to finally meet you in person.” His grin is actually so freaking genuine Leon wants to recoil. Is this what celebrities feel when they come across a groupie? What’s the procedure in these kinds of situations? Leon can’t seem to recall a training for that.

But all of a sudden, all smiling lines drop and the pale eyes round into something akin to worry. “Oh, are you still favoring your left arm after that clean up job in the Bahamas?”

 Leon goes under water right then. His surroundings lose volume and his breath catches; he dares not glance down at his left hand holding the grocery bag—he dares not twitch.

Whoever this is, is officially a hazard.

And whoever this is, is not done being a hazard. “By the way, I’m sorry about Mathilda. I know you lost her on that last job. Such a shame. She went through quite some adventures with you.” The stranger talks as if he’s been chewing the fat with him for at least an hour!

“Who the fuck are you,” Leon demands with a flat tone.

The stranger gives him another one of his poised smiles as if everything is clear and simple and Leon is the dense one. “I’m your co-worker,” he allots with a dimpling smile, “we work in the same agency.”

At that moment, Leon doesn’t know if he should feel relieved or betrayed; all he knows is that he’s puzzling at breakneck speed. “Never seen you before.”  Of that he’s sure of. He’s always been good with faces - no way a quaint mug like this would slip past his attention.

“You wouldn’t,” the other confirms his doubts, “after all, only five people know of my existence there. Well, nine, if you count the people that know me without knowing what I do. The pilot, the janitor, Bobby from the cafeteria…”

“And what the hell do you do?” Leon cuts him off, unimpressed by the minute.

“You,” he says flippantly.

“What?”

“I do you.” He flashes his teeth again for a second, almost proud… Definitely proud.

What has he said again? He was thrilled to meet him? Yeah, he wasn’t lying about that bit. That’s ‘thrill’ if Leon’s ever seen it splattered on a face and it’s probably not the fun kind.

“I’m flattered but riddles don’t do it for me anymore. Try getting to the point and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

A small chuckle. “Too bad. I was being honest. You are… everything I do.”

Leon’s furrow deepens.

The stranger takes a visible inhale and close his eyes with it. When he opens them, a new expression is staring at Leon: firm, unsmiling, colder if that’s even possible by now. “I was hired to study you,” he states without preambles. “Every day for ten years I was served Leon Scott Kennedy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He tilts his head, narrow his eyes a smidgen and adds almost contemplatively. “I know everything about you.”

The phrase resonates inside the agent’s head like the vibrations of a bell.

Leon always thought nothing can shock or surprise him much anymore and yet, he never thought one sentence could hold its own weight against two decades of bioterror horrors.

“Who you are, what you are. How you fight, why you fight. How you walk, how you talk,” he raises an index finger to his temple, “how you think.” Then he shut his eyes and keeps on going as if in a recital. “I know about your missions, their wins and their casualties. I know what sets you off,” he opens back his sharp, pale eyes, “and what calms you down. I know your friends and your enemies and the ones in-between . I know the drinks you enjoy and the company you enjoy them with,” the man intimates with a cynical smile.

Leon is rooted to the spot with dread. A dread weighting cold in his gut and winding up around his esophagus, stealing away his repartee.

He stares at the man with wide eyes before finally uttering in one full breath, “You’re full of shit.”

“No, you’re full of shit,” the other man returns instantly and evenly, that cynical lip-quirk still plastered on his face like an animatronic on pause. “I can see the fear in your eyes but you know what real dread is, agent Kennedy? Real dread is knowing your thoughts lie to you even when you think you’re being honest. What you’re thinking right now, that this is bullshit, that I’m full of shit – it’s a lie and you’re slowly realizing it. No need to hide behind your own smokescreen, agent Kennedy.”

“I’m not hiding anywhere. You on the other hand, you look like you’ve been holed-up somewhere like a little stalking creep, doing your homework and waiting for the day you finally get to shine. Yeah, you look like you didn’t see a lot of sun. Were you kept in some crypt under a church or somethin’?”

The other man smiles and says with a lilt, “No, I was right under your nose. We actually crossed path once in the White House. It was during the thanksgiving celebration dinner when you were assigned to guard detail for the late President.” He scoffs. “That one didn’t turn so well, right? Don’t worry, I was there once and it was the only time I allowed myself to be that close to you. You looked… sulky.”

“You fucking creep…”  He doesn’t understand who or what the fuck is going on right now but Leon doesn’t even want to think about it; the only thing he knows for sure is that he’s going back from where he was coming from for some well-deserved answers.

“I get your anger. I’d be angry, too if I found out the very people I work and risk my life for pulled a clandestine operation behind my back. Then again, you never really trusted them either, did you? Why is that I wonder? Is it because they never stopped using you and abusing you like a fucking dog?”  

What did the Bible say again? The devil will look appealing to the eye; and in that moment, Leon has never been made more aware of that truth.

“And what does that make you? At least I wasn’t hired to spend years hiding somewhere, watching the life of someone else, if I even was to believe you. I think there’s a word the teens use for that: a nolife.”

“You’re wrong. I’m nothing like you. I know exactly what I’m doing while you never had a say in the matter.” His voice slowly takes a turn for the acerbic - still calm and composed but with an underlying venom that has always been there, waiting to be outright spewed. “Do you know what you’re called in the reports that aren’t meant for you? A great weapon. Or better yet, a pawn.” He shrugs as if to drive in the amount of disregard that last word carries on its own. “To be honest, I sympathized with your story. After all, you were literally kidnapped into this life? Your hand twisted by the president himself? And yet you never tried to jump ships?”

Leon balls his fists, nose flaring and feeling the red tendrils of rage overtake his senses.

“Ah, of course you couldn’t before because they had a bargaining chip over you head. But Sherry Birkin is all grown up now. An itsy-bitsy government agent herself. Hah, this life really does choose you and not the other way around. So what’s holding you? Do you like being their little pet so much? No, you wouldn’t be on SSRIs and Jack Daniel if you were. Or maybe… nothing’s holding you now and that’s why you’ve been snooping around and making calls here and there.”

When he finally stops talking, and Leon makes sure he’s really finished, he evenly snips. “What’s in the briefcase?”

The blond man narrows his eyes for a second as he scans Leon’s posture and shift a hand into his pants pocket. Leon carries but his gun is beneath his leather jacket zipped up to the neck. The man will beat him to it no matter what so Leon gets ready to dodge—only for it to be a pair of handcuffs, and Leon watches as he handcuffs the briefcase to his wrist before finally retorting, “None of your fucking business.”

And for once, Leon returns his scathing smile because that’s exactly what he wants to hear.

He just wants an excuse to lunge at this hazardous motherfucker.

To hell with methodical reasoning, he’ll deal with who and what the fuck this is later. For now—

He springs in with a readied punch that is instantly grabbed by one hand and knocked off with the other. Leon dodges the slap coming his way and goes for a knee in the crotch that is bluntly blocked, too. The blond man seizes the momentum of pushing away Leon and his knee by throwing two consecutive hooks, making Leon cross his arms over his face in the defensive.

The fucker is definitely a trained agent, Leon registers in the back of his head as he sustains the rapid onslaught of unrelating counterpunches. Finally, in a fresh impetus, the man swings and misses, making him slightly spin, which Leon immediately seizes up and drives for a kidney punch.

The wince he gets out of it is the best sound in the universe in that moment; Leon revels in it and follows instantly with his elbow dying to meet that smug face, too, but it’s caught before impact—so fast?! —and that bastard even dares to seize the opportunity of the hand clasping Leon’s forearm to try and toss Leon away.

But they seem to be of the same built and it turns into a deadlock of flailing limbs that has Leon aiming for a kick in the knee to throw off the man’s hold on him—kick that works in making the asshole hunch over but Leon doesn’t expect the retaliation to be so quick as he takes the – metallic – briefcase like an uppercut to the chin with enough force to make him spin.

That’s all the momentum the other man needs to effectively throw him off, this time with blunt kick to Leon’s small back, making the latter stumble away.

Mandible aching and ears ringing with adrenaline, Leon reaches for his zipper jacket—but the other man beats him to it as if not only in the business of meeting Leon even-steven but also in the business of reading his mind, and Leon is shocked with a bullet to the shoulder from behind, efficiently bringing him down.

 “Argh—” Leon jerks back, holding his bleeding shoulder.

“Go ahead, see how much time it’ll take you to zip down your jacket and take out your gun before I put at least four bullets in your head,” the man says with his silencer still pointed at Leon, his suit jacket open, now, revealing the holster’s strap across his white dress shirt and tie.

“Go ahead then. Have a feelin’ you could’ve done it many times before,” Leon huffs derisively, “but I guess the leash you have on is cut from the same cloth.”

“I’m nothing like you,” he replies back with a venomous smile. “How can I study you for ten years and make the same mistakes. No, you’re in this on your own. I’m just the one who’s about to put a real end to your streak of good luck.”

Leon glowers at the silencer, trying to keep his head high despite the bleeding pain and the stiffening fear.

Is that it? Is this how he’s going to die? As a fed killed by another asshole fed?  

Well shit.

The fucker returns his glower just as much, his smiling pretenses long gone. If Leon doesn’t have other urgent things to process, he’d notice how weird that is. Leon would’ve sworn he was the type to smile or laugh psychopathically in a moment like this. But this guy looks like he’s acting on a personal vendetta.

It’s slight but Leon can see the fingers actually trembling around the gun – as if he’s trying very hard to withhold himself.

Leon doesn’t understand.

“But I’m not supposed to do so; at least not right now. Right now… you seem like you could use a friend.” The gun stays pointed at him as the other hand fetches inside the suit jacket for a…is that a satellite phone?

“How about I call for one?” The man asks with a renewed smile and start taping numbers on the device. As long as the gun is pointed at him, Leon can’t do much but stare in stark confusion and put pressure on his bleeding wound.

The stranger put the phone to his ear and wait, his icy eyes gleaming knowingly.

Just what the actual fuck is goin—

“Hello? Is this Chris Redfield?”

Leon’s eyes all but fall out of their sockets.

“… Who is this?”

“Hi, my name’s Nicholas Wentworth. I'm really sorry to bother you but do you know a certain Leon Kennedy?”

“… Leon?”

“Yes, I believe he’s your friend?” the man asks with a sympathetic tone while his eyes are piercing through Leon like arctic winds, leaving Leon’s frozen in shock.

“How did you—what’s going on?”

“CHRIS!” Leon shouts out, snapping out of his stupor. He can’t hear Chris but he’ll be damned if this motherfucker is bluffing at this point. His voice downright cracks with the sheer ferocity of his distress. “DON’T TRUST A WORD OF THIS SONOVABITCH!”

The uproar doesn’t faze the man on the phone in the slightest as he continues, “I think he needs your help. He’s been badly wounded from a gunshot and I thought you’d be the best person to contact.”

“Leon?!” Chris startles as he hears the unmistakable deep tone of voice. “Who the fuck is this?! Put Leon on!”

“CHRIS, HANG UP!”

“Of course. Here you go.” And he tosses the phone right away, stopping short of Leon’s legs. He then withdraws his gun and give Leon an obscure smile. “You’re welcome,” he says before turning away and walking away!

Leon is left watching the straight back retreat with big, wide eyes as he finally hears Chris’ bellows from the satellite phone. Leon reaches out to cut the transmission but Chris’ distressed voice pulls at his heartstrings in the last moment.

He doesn’t have it in him to leave him out in the cold and so distressed like this.

Pain flares up inside him again from all the physical and mental turmoil he went through in the span of all thirty minutes and clicks on the speaker. “Chris…”

“Leon!”

“In the flesh,” he tries to sing-songs but it comes as just a pitiful groan. He starts to stand up to finally tend to his wound.

“Are you alright?! What the fuck is going on?! Talk to me!”

“’M talkin’. Don’t be a worrywart now. It’s in the shoulder, I know how to deal with it. Kinda having déjà vu, right now,” he says the last part as a grumble to himself.

“What? What’s in the shoulder?!”

“The bullet. Didn’t you hear anything that was said?”

“Don’t start with me, Leon, I’m completely out of my depth right now!”

Aw. Cute.

It may not be actually so bad to have Chris’ voice droning as background noise while he gives himself emergency first aids. 

“Okay, okay. Hold on a sec, lemme get—ugnh, comfortable.” He snatches his grocery bag and leans against the wall, hidden behind a dumpster.  

“Leon, call 911, get an ambulance!”

“No, it’s a bullet so they’ll want answers. That’ll bring me to the DSO and I can’t have that.” Speaking of, Leon asseses his wound and notices that the bullet is still inside. “Fuck—” he grits angrily. That’s going to be a bigger pain in the ass. He fetches the vodka from the bag, thanking the gods for swift openings. First, a big swig.

“What? Why? What’s going on with the DSO?”

The strong alcohol sets his nerves down at least. “You know we’re having this nice chitchat on that sonovabitch’s phone, right?” He opens his jacket and fetches his key chain first. It’s made of a pocket knife.

“The—is it a satellite phone?”

“Mm-hm.” They both know satellite phones are not full-proof either, not without the right precautions.

“Fuck, how did they know?!”

“He knows.” Leon corrects without delving too much, trying to focus on even breathings and tearing a good stripe of his henley with the blade.  

“Who is he?”

“No fuckin’ clue. I hope you’re packing from wherever you are right now. Tracking people down seems to be this fucker’s forte.” He can hear Chris’ famous unhappy grumbles and grouses made under his breath as he soaks the stripe of cloth in alcohol and close it on his wound.

The hiss he makes seems to tear Chris away from his barrage of questions. “Okay, Leon, listen to me, I don’t know who this bastard is or what’s his motive, but I’m gonna find a way to reach out—”

“Chris, no, you’ll compr—”

“No, listen to me, I’ll find a safe way. Then we’ll finish this conversation. Got it?”

“Ngh… Whatever you say, boss...”

“You see to your wound and heal yourself. That’s the most important right now. Understood?”

Leon can’t help but smile. Chris Redfield sure is a leader of troupes through and through. Somehow, even if Leon never likes being patronized around by hierarchy, it never feels the same way when it comes from Chris Redfield.

Yeah, ‘somehow’. Just say you’re fucking biased Kennedy because you fucked the man a few times and you liked it every time it happened.

But Chris’ care always feels overwhelmingly genuine – even when it’s only an inflection in a voice coming from a thousand miles away. He knows Chris cares about him. That’s his only certainty when it comes to their ‘situation’ after all.

And so Leon smiles despite the burning pain because the flutters in his gut is pretty hilarious giving his current situation. “Sir yes sir.” When nothing from the phone comes right away, he feels obliged to add more seriously—more softly, “Okay, don’t worry about me, you know I can handle this.”

Seems like that’s what the other end of the line was waiting to hear because a reply is finally heard. “Good. I know you can, Kennedy. Remember what you told me that time about your obsession?”

My obsession is to break away from all of this.

“Yeah.”

“Remember my answer?”

Well, I’ll be here. Whenever you need me.

“Yeah.”

“Kill this phone now, and stay sharp.”

“Roger.”

Leon can hear an intake of breath—shaky.

“Over and out.”

Leon turns off the satellite phone but keeps it close. He feels a sense of levity despite the sweat dripping off his forehead and he knows it’s all because he got to talk to Chris. Chris Redfield is everyone’s rock and he desperately needs something like that right now. He’s a man of his word, too and he’s alive – which is actually a deep-seated worry he’s been carrying within his bones for God knows how long.

So all must be good, right?

He’s not alone.

Leon bites another stripe of cotton and uses his knife to rip it from his poor, tattered shirt.

Scriitch.

He’s not fucking—

He rolls it on top of the first bandage to stop the bleeding and makes a tight knot using his teeth.

—Alone!

“Hah… Hah… Fuck.”

Leon knocks back another mouthful of vodka and gathers his stuff. He needs to get home now as quick as possible before the bandages lose their pressure. He also needs to wait for whatever Chris’ going to do and think things through and he can’t do the latter in the comfort of the cobblestones beneath his ass.

This ain’t over, motherfucker.

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER V: Since the moment I saw you

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Mature CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Implied sexual content. WORDCOUNT: 2536

Summary:

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

His honesty visibly startles you, and Raditz’s smirk grows wider. You don’t even have to consider whether or not you’re going to let him in because you have already decided that you will.

Notes:

I'm sorry in advance lmao

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

Raditz stares at the sky from the middle of the highlands where he’s spending most of his time. This planet is pleasantly calm. He hates it sometimes. There are moments when he feels like getting the fuck out of there; he’s not used to peace and quiet. Most of his life has been chaos and fighting and blood and destruction. He craves it again. Sometimes. 

Other times, he finds this lifestyle surprisingly easy. He just does what he wants when he wants to do it, and it’s simple. He doesn’t have to explain himself to anyone. 

He encountered a human woman days before he went to see you at Capsule Corp. It was a peculiar woman; she was looking for an ‘adventure’ or something, and she was fascinated by his tail, said she didn’t believe it was real. 

Raditz had smirked at the moment. He wanted to get laid and the opportunity had presented itself all on its own. That woman wasn’t bad looking either, she was more on the muscular side. It was easier to seduce her than he thought; she was already hung up on him because of his tail anyway. 

The sex had been fine. More than satisfactory even. She did things that women and men rarely do on other planets, like oral sex. And when he penetrated her, he realized he did actually need to get laid. It felt good to be inside a tight wet warmth after all that time, and he came sooner than he anticipated, though the woman didn’t seem to mind. 

Raditz left her where he found her soon afterwards, ignoring her when she asked if he had a phone number she could call him too. It had felt good and all, but he didn’t want to spend anymore time around her. Or anyone. 

That had been the worst part. He realized he needed to get laid, but that didn’t solve the underlying issue he had been dealing with. Even after days went by, he still thought about you way too often. He still wanted you. If anything he wanted you even more now that his dick wasn’t so desperate to get wet. 

Raditz wasn’t expecting to find you at Capsule Corp. when he went there. He just wanted to find the radar for the Dragon Balls he assumed existed. And from what he heard from you, your friend must have it. It had been pointless, because he destroyed her lab and found nothing that might resemble a radar. His old scouter had caught his attention when he saw it, but he didn’t need it anymore so he left it there. 

But that makeout session had made everything worth it. Kissing, just kissing, had never actually felt so right and so good. He could have spent the entire night kissing you, and he was reconsidering even leaving your balcony to look for that radar until you left. He would have stayed there all night, and that was making alarm bells ring in his head. 

What kind of power did you have over him that just made him lose his head so easily? 

As he looks at the night sky, moonless and full of stars, Raditz can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips were, and how smooth your touch felt when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He’s getting hard imagining how all of that would feel in other parts of his body, like your fingers tracing his torso, and your lips kissing his abdomen and trailing even lower. 

He’s picturing a lot more raunchy scenarios in his head when he grips his cock some time later, coming all over his hand with forceful tugs. He knows he’s doomed, he can’t stop thinking about you no matter what he does. The image he first had of you in your swimsuit was long gone by now, he just pictures you in whatever clothes he saw you last, but it doesn’t matter because all he wants is to take them off anyway. 

Why does he even want those Dragon Balls? Raditz just wants you. 

He’s still furious about what Vegeta said about him. Immortality would make it easier for Raditz if Vegeta wants to beat him to death or something, wouldn’t be the first time the man does that to him. He knows he’s stronger after that near death experience, he feels it in his muscles and the way he can gather his energy in one hand so fast and just better than before; but at best, he’s at Nappa’s level of strength, not Vegeta’s. 

But he really doesn’t know what to do when those two get here. 

There’s no way Kakarot can win that fight. It doesn't matter how much he’s training or whatever, he’s no match for Nappa or Vegeta. He wasn’t even a match for Raditz himself. And even his nephew, who was stronger than Raditz then, wouldn’t stand a chance, he was a kid with zero experience in real life combat after all.

Maybe actually nothing has changed. He’s still a Saiyan, working with the remaining of his species under Frieza, hoping to one day overthrow him. And this is just a break in his routine. 

It doesn’t feel right to think that way, but this is a situation without any kind of resolve. This is just a break. Nappa and Vegeta will get here, and he’s going to have to leave with them somehow, even when he doesn’t know how because his pod is not even operable. 

That’s the scenario most likely to happen, and as days go by, Raditz accepts that idea more and more. Immortality sounds like a good idea too, however. For his own good, at least.

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Bulma is furious with you, though she hasn’t explicitly said it like the last time you argued, but you could feel it whenever you were around because she glares at you. As if you had anything to do with Raditz practically destroying her entire lab.

You want to know why he did it, but it’s been a month since that and you have no idea where the hell Raditz is. It’s getting a little annoying to see him come and go so easily, but you have no right to be upset about it either.

That kiss lingered on your mind since then, though. It was too much, yet not enough. But now that the attraction on both sides was more than obvious, you’re starting to feel a little guilty about it since Raditz is still technically your enemy. You don’t know what he’s planning to do once the other two Saiyans get here, and if you have to take a guess… He’s not going to want to stay on this planet. You never expected that to begin with, but you feel a little bad the more you dwell on it.

Before that, your expectations were practically non-existent. You like Raditz, he’s handsome and hot and you could look at him for hours, but that was it. You craved him, and even more so now after that kiss, and he obviously wants you too. Is sleeping with the enemy a good idea, though?

You’re back in your apartment by then, thinking about it as you put on the shirt and shorts you use as pajamas to rest for the night. It has already been around seven months since Goku died. You have no idea how long his training will take, but you hope he’s back soon, you miss him, you didn’t really get to spend time with him the last time you saw him, since he died that same day. You wonder how Gohan is doing, and you worry how much is Piccolo changing him; he’s just a child after all. 

You wrap your hair in a messy bun after blow drying it, putting away the dirty laundry for tomorrow before you climb on the bed, practically collapsing once you’re on top of it. It has been some rough days, but it has been like that since that day Raditz came to Earth. Sometimes you’d panic thinking about how vast the universe must be now that you know there are a lot of species and habitable planets out there. And Goku is one of those species from far away. It doesn’t feel real. 

When you hear a loud knock at your balcony door, you practically fall off the bed. You’re on the tenth floor…

Oh.

Letting your hair down and running your fingers through it to look somehow presentable, you jump off the bed and peek through the curtains. There is Raditz, smirking when he notices you. You open the door of the balcony, and look at him curiously.

“I’m gonna teach you how to use the door.”

“This is much more fun, though.” He grins. 

You don’t make a move to let him in, and he doesn’t move to walk inside either.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

His honesty visibly startles you, and Raditz’s smirk grows wider. You don’t even have to consider whether or not you’re going to let him in because you have already decided that you will. You open the door wider after a moment and move to the side, and he walks in.

“You stink…” You say, holding your nose as you close the door. Raditz only chuckles. “I’ll get the bathroom ready for you to shower…”

“Like I said, there aren’t any showers where I’m staying.” He says casually.

“So you come here once a month to use my shower?”

“No, I try to clean myself as best as I can by the river.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you get the clothes he has left there last time he was in your apartment, now clean and fresh. When you’re done setting everything, he doesn’t wait for you to say anything before he walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You roll your eyes to yourself, amused that he feels so at home at your place. 

So, he’s staying near a river; you remember he mentioned he was staying in the wild, so apparently he hasn’t been going to too many places. Still doesn’t answer what he’s been doing.

When Raditz walks out of the bathroom, you glance at him, taking in the sight of his body wearing sweatpants and shirt, and his tail tightly wrapped around his waist, as per usual. You saw him with those clothes before, but it’s different now; he’s in your apartment, at night, a month after you two kissed. 

“Did you eat?” You ask. 

He only grunts as a yes, walking into your room to look around. You walk behind him, looking around as well to see if you hadn’t left anything weird on the floor or by the dresser. 

“Bulma is mad that you destroyed her lab, you know?” You comment as you watch him snoop around. 

“No kidding.” He replies flatly. 

“Why did you do it?”

Raditz turns to look at you, but he doesn’t reply right away. He stares for a long time until you start fidgeting, feeling a little awkward.

“The Dragon Balls, you have them, don't you?” 

You can’t help but gape at him momentarily, enough to make him smirk when he notices your panicked look.

“Why do you want them?” 

“I assume if you had to look for them, like you said,” Raditz goes on, ignoring your question. “There must be something to help you with that, like a radar. I know you won’t tell me where the Dragon Balls are, so I went there looking for that radar instead.”

He could have turned Bulma’s lab upside down and he wouldn’t have found it. She keeps the radar in her bedroom. 

“Why do you want them?” You repeat the same question, but Raditz only huffs, choosing not to reply. “You won’t tell me, huh?”

“Just like you won’t tell me where they are.”

“We want to bring Goku back to life, I can’t give them to you.”

“I’ll make my wish and then you all are free to wish my brother back.” He smirks, taking a couple of steps closer to you. “It’s not like that’s going to help you much anyway.”

“I can’t! The Dragon Balls can only grant you one wish before they remain useless for a year-” You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand when you realize you haven’t told him about this particular piece of information. Until now. “Fuck.”

Raditz looks at with brows furrowed, confused, as he registers what you just said.

“So you have been hiding more information from me. I should have known.”

“I didn’t know what you were going to do, I couldn’t tell you everything!”

“And you’re still not telling me everything, are you? I suppose we are still enemies after all.” 

“Maybe, but I had never treated you like one.” When he raises an eyebrow, you roll your eyes and clarify. “Except for all this. Or are you gonna tell me that you kiss all your enemies?”

“No, I do not kiss any of my enemies.”

“So I think we’re past being either friends or enemies, don’t you think?”

Raditz looks at you with an unreadable expression. Luckily you have never been afraid of him, because not knowing why he’s looking at you like that is making you uneasy. You bite your lip, averting your eyes elsewhere so you wouldn’t have to look at him. Having him so close is making heat rise up to your face, and you hope it’s not noticeable. 

“When you went to Capsule Corp. did you kiss me to distract me or something?” You ask him with a side glance. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I didn’t need to distract you from anything. In any case, you were trying to distract me.” He huffs with an amused grin now, making you chuckle. “I had no idea you were there.”

“Well, you surprised me too.”

“Did I?”

With that smug smile still on his lips, Raditz leans down impossibly closer, his nose almost touching yours. You can’t hide your blush then, but you don’t pull back, expecting to see what he does next, even though you know it before he even does it. 

It still surprises you how soft he can be when he kisses you, lips pressed against yours before he darts out his tongue to explore your mouth. You hum, exhilarated, as you slide your hands up his shoulders, gripping his shirt when his hands land on your waist. 

“I won’t help you.” It’s the first thing you say once you’ve caught your breath, as Raditz leans his forehead against yours.

“I’m not expecting you to.” His hand slides across your cheek softly before settling on your neck, and even that simple gesture thrills you. “You said we were past being friends or enemies. This is something we can do without being either.”

What he’s doing is obvious, you don’t really need any convincing to go into this. You love seeing his attempts, though.

“I know you want me too.” Raditz finally adds with a smirk.

“‘Too’?” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“I want you. Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to have you.”

#dbz imagine #dbz fics #dbz fanfiction #raditz x you #raditz x reader #raditz #dragon ball z #dbz #my writing #*bs

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Can I request going to a Waterpark with the moonboys? I feel like it would be so much of fun with them

I like going to waterparks, though I'm not a great swimmer.

Steven Grant:

The one who packs everything and double checks before leaving.

Gets so many sunscreen almost one third of his bag is full of it. "I have a sensitive skin, rather cover myself in this than end up like the great lobster man"

In fact, his worries about sunburn and other skin problems keep him on a chair under an umbrella at first, but you end up luring him into the water, like the gorgeous mermaid you are at his sight.

His first reaction to seeing you in a swimsuit/bikini is going blank. He always think you're beautiful but the chance of seeing more of your skin is something he was thinking for a while since you chose to go to the waterpark and now it's happening and he cannot even think straight.

"Steven, could you help me with the sunscreen please?" you ask, offering him your back. Oh he's almost dying while just trying to hold the bottle.

He hates the concept of "swimming pool bully" and will stand before them if they bother you or a weaker person like a child.

Finds out underwater kisses can be messy but romantic <3

Marc Spector:

Seems unenthusiastic about the trip. He's, in fact, enthusiastic.

While you're arriving, he drops some basic rules of security. "Don't swim at least for a half hour after eating, put enough sunscreen, don't drink the water of the pool if possible..." "What you mean with possible, Spector?" "...Well... just don't"

Wears a pair of swimming bermuda and his sun glasses, a good amount of sunscreen and flexes before going into the water.

He can actually be very playful, if you're not a good swimmer he'll teach you a little so you don't get into trouble and also, encourages you to lose yourself and enjoy.

He likes to keep you in sight, mostly to protect you but also, because he's loving every second of your body being wet and soft. If there weren't other people in the place oh, the things he would do to you...

He knows he can get other's attention on him, specially from other women, but keeps himself near you 'cause he is, in fact, shy enough to avoid conversations with strangers (conversations that don't include an exchange of blows, I mean).

Loves every moment of this because you're with him, sharing a calmed date in an unusual place.

Jake Lockley:

He's not a swimming pool bully, he IS the reason why the concept exists (?) and you'll find this out very soon.

"Yeah, some sunscreen sounds fine but not too much" (he loves the ritual of putting each other the cream and he'll enjoy every second of it, making jokes)

Not eating and going into water right after? Who the heck believes that? He's swimming with half hotdog in his mouth yet.

Ready to fight other men by jumping from the highest place.

Encourages you to get into the slides, promising he'll keep you safe in the landing. And honestly, he tries.

Yeah, he'll try to drag you into the water against your will, going after you like a vicious shark so he can pull you into a kiss.

Of course he has this super sl*tty swimsuit he must cover because the lifesavers warn him he cannot wear it. "There are children here, sir" "Pues que vayan viendo de dónde vienen" ("Well they better look where they came from")

But despite his weird attitude, what matters the most to him is you being happy and having fun. He'll take a lot of pics with you in swimsuit he keeps as a very special treasure.

#moon knight #moon knight headcanon #moon knight series #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #moon boys #oscar isaac #marvel series #mcu

[sarifinasnightmare]

Beach Nap

Rating: For Everyone

Pairing: Sarah X Bucky

Author's Note: I got another one done! Huzzah!

Summary: Bucky is so tired from a mission but promised Sarah a beach day.

July 8-14: Beach Day

They hadn’t seen each other for nearly a month. It seemed like summer rolled in every villain of the week decided they needed to take over the world at that exact moment. Captain America, the new Falcon and Bucky Barnes had been on their feet for weeks trying to capture one bad guy and then the other. By the time they finally got a break they were all ready to crash.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, a beach trip had been promised to Sarah and Bucky was determined not to break it, so he arrived, (slightly smoking) and went with her on their romantic beach getaway.

Sarah wasn’t a fool though; she could tell Bucky was tired. Even supped up soldiers had their limits.

“You can sleep in if you want.” She suggested once they got to their hotel.

“No, I promised I’d spend quality time with you and that’s what I’m going to do.” Bucky promised. “Now let’s enjoy that sand and surf, yeah.”

She studied her man and decided to indulge him. Putting on her swimsuit they went outside and she urged him to sit down beside her on the lounge chairs so they could share a drink and put on some sunblock. The minute he leaned back against the chaise he was out just like she thought he would.

“Oh Bucky. You tried.” She sighed with a shake of her head. Dutifully she covered him with a towel, put on his baseball cap, and a pair of sunglasses on him so he didn’t sunburn, then ordered herself a hurricane and laid back beside him to enjoy the sounds of the surf. It wasn’t too bad just laying out there soaking up the sun while her significant other snored lightly.

“Hey little mama, this seat taken?”

Sarah peered over her shades at the tall, rather scrumptious looking black man looming over her. “No, you can take it if you need it.”

“Thank you.” He said, his eyes flickering over her. “Uh, you on your own?”

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend.” She gestured towards Bucky still sound asleep under his towel and hat.

The man gave her a bemused look. “Cozy.”

“He is…he works hard so when we got here he just…” She gestured and shrugged.

“Well my friends and I are about to play a game of dominoes. Interested?” He gestured towards the group close by.

Sarah looked over at Bucky then at the group of men and women. “Sure.”

___________---

Bucky felt the heat build and he woke up with a grunt and a full body stretch. Opening his eyes, he realized where he was and suddenly sat up. Sarah!  His gaze darted around and quickly found her at a table surrounded by other people playing games. A man sat beside her, paying too much attention, and making her laugh. Instantly he got out of his chair.

Sarah saw him coming and smiled brightly. “Had a good nap, baby? Looks like you needed it.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I completely neglected you-”

“-No, it’s fine, I’ve been having a fine time with Robert and his friends here. They’ve been excellent company.”

“Whoa,” Robert murmured noticing the metal arm. “That’s impressive. Hope you didn’t mind us borrowing your lady for a bit. She’s amazing.”

“Thank you, Robert.” Sarah laughed.

Bucky smiled briefly. “Uh thanks for keeping an eye on her, but I think I can take it from here…”

Sarah eagerly got up. “Thanks for the entertainment!”

“Any time little mama!” The group waved back.

Sarah urged Bucky to the waves, desperate for some cool waters and briefly enjoyed the refreshing ocean when he spun her around and kissed her hard. Surprised but pleased she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

“Did Robert ask for your number?” He growled against her lips.

She smiled. “No, but he did ask how serious we were.”

Jealousy seized him and he pulled her tight against him, the waves hiding how possessively he clutched her ass cheeks. “Did he?”

“Sshh, I told him I was very committed to you. Don’t be so upset.” she reassured, wiggling against his hands.

“I let my guard down for a moment and there’s already someone ready to swoop down to take you from me.” He murmured against her mouth before claiming her with a deeper kiss.

Her toes curled in the sand, “You’re so cute when you’re possessive.” She teased.

“Yeah, well once we get back into the hotel room, I’m going to be damn adorable.” He promised, his blue eyes gleaming with heat.

Sarah shivered. The first beach day already looking very promising indeed.

#sarahbucky #Sarah wilson #bucky barnes #Sarah wilson x Bucky barnes #sarahbucky summer 2023 #Sarah wilson / Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #bucky barnes/sarah wilson #fleur de louve #where are the rest of my people!! #get to writing!!

[rainydetectiveglitter]

I wish I could be as sexually liberated as some people out there. I've been sexualized since I was 5, by family, neighbors, and teachers. I can't bring myself to do it... I feel like whatever innocence I had was taken from me a long time ago. My art often features nude women; I see the female body as an art form. However, posting pictures of myself in a swimsuit is where I draw the line. I can't do it, even though I know it might boost my online reputation. I can't recall a time when I could. Though I admit I'm envious of those who can – yes, I said it.

Oh, I was thinking about this the other day. I've stopped wearing a full face makeup for some time now. Occasionally, I'll wear subtle lipstick color, mascara, or eyeliner maybe 1-2 times a month. When I used to wear makeup, there was a time when I wouldn't leave my house without it. The cannon event for me was when I started working in a couple of male-dominated environment, and back-to-back incidents left me utterly disgusted by how I was treated and how some men looked at me – even those with wives and children. It was revolting. I had to take a few trips to HR, but there was no resolution since they were all buddies.

Interestingly, it was only when I didn't wear makeup that I wasn't objectified. That's when I was treated with respect. However, on those occasions, the men would often ask, 'Are you sick?' or 'Did your boyfriend break up with you? So, I said fuck you. This is my face and you're gonna accept it as it is.

Outside of work, I just couldn't bear the unwanted attention any longer. Men seem to think that just because you dress up and put on some simple makeup, they can say the most vulgar things to you (not all men) I haven't worn makeup like that in about 6 years. I'm not that old, guys! 😭

I told myself the man I will marry would never see me with makeup he will love me with or without. After that I met my hunk of monk, 6 years strong. Oh and I got gross I stopped shaving and went feral. I wanted to repel men. And it worked 😂

These are my experiences, and I understand the qualities and healing power of makeup. To each their own. ❤️‍🔥 I want to emphasis not all men. But, you'd be amazed how often men comment on female bodies inside of work environments.

#makeup is a cult #makeup #nomakeupnovember #rants #dont come at me

[progmanx]

I'm gonna lay all of this out right now so it is on the record, and I probably should have done this last week when I actually saw that Ch115 of Black Lagoon was out (and that apparently all of the previously untranslated ones had been translated officially on Viz in like March??? Is the series ending or are they just doing this for everything?) but hear me out:

Majeur is Yukio's older sister.

Okay. I'll explain. I know, "just because they are both from Japan doesn't mean they're related!" and I agree. This would not have crossed my mind if not for the GIANT KABUKI TATTOO on her upper body.

We're gonna circle back to this. Keep it in your brain. Also, I can't believe it but Rei Hiroe actually crafted a scenario where swimsuits were entirely necessary to the story.

That is not a joke. We're gonna get there. Need to set some things up for you.

Majeur apparently had a younger sister according to her former comrades, and the previous Auriculaire (the blonde that kept screaming Majeur was a lesbian) was someone she was so protective of she is still not okay about her death in "L'homme Sombre".

I do not have Vol 12 digitally, so trust me on this one.

I must've read 114 and 115 about fifteen times at this point because I kept finding little things that are so damned interesting (that's a different discussion but no surprise I love it) and at first I'm thinking "well this is the calm before the storm" because that's a no brainer. The comparisons between Revy and Majeur, and the little jokes about "it'll be confusing if one of us dies because we both have tattoos, are Asian women, and you want to ALSO have two guns?" and just a ton of other small and large things would, in any other story, be giant death flags for Revy.

I don't think that's where we're going. I think it's somewhere WAY more interesting considering we already know Majeur's #1 priority is survival and has no real loyalty to Balalaika.

Because all of these little pieces (the diving, teaching her to tie the rope, how the city works; basically everything she ever taught Rock and a few things she learned from Rock...) start to add up about Revy's growth as a person, and how many callbacks and connections are being made to the entirety of the story, combined with Revy breaking up a barfight before it starts between Majeur and Eda (holy shit???) and it paints a picture that is screaming right in our face.

Classic Hitchcock suspense. The bomb under the dinner table that the guests don't know about, but we do. We don't know when it will go off. Only that it will.

Gonna hit you with some stuff.

I don't think it is an accident that Revy's "dream" is wanting people to shoot her in the face and not the back, because she sure as hell lives by it.

I don't think it is an accident that Revy explicitly mentions she has been to Japan in front of Majeur and recognizes the word kabuki (remember!!!) I don't think it is an accident that Majeur is about to say her name at the end of 113 and Rock stops her, trying to be a "cool guy" because on the one hand he is correct, you can be someone else.

Start over. He did. Revy did. Dutch totally did. Balalaika did. Feng did. On the other hand, narratively, what is the one name that exists for a Japanese person to have that would carry any significance?

The one name that the only two people in existence would hear and have a visceral reaction to, as they are the only ones who know what actually happened?

Washimine.

Yukio Washimine.

It gets better, though. Remember that kabuki tattoo? I could go into what each one represents, and they're pretty neat, but more importantly...

He's quoting the play "Sukeroku". Listen, you don't do this TWICE. You don't show us this super specific thing TWICE and not have it be a giant neon sign. This is no damned accident, and it makes sense.

Jane came back. Roberta came back. Why not Tokyo? Throw in Takenaka (this would be INSANE and I am so here for it) and you've got the full set.

Majeur asking about honor when she's taken hostage by Rock, Revy, and Shenua and Rock's response being "That's a mafia thing" suddenly has quite a bit more weight to it.

We know the Washimine group were without a proper leader for a long time, which is what lead to their desperation in calling in Hotel Moscow to deal with the Kosa Kai. A teensy bit of conjecture, but "things happened" is probably about "my dad, the Yakuza boss, was murdered and I fled the country"

Why did Yukio stay behind? Could be that they're half-sisters. Same dad, different moms. Could be a lot of things.

Yukio took up the mantle, Chaka got his hands chopped off, Balalaika holds Rock at gunpoint in a parking garage, etc. We know that story; it's absolutely amazing and needs no reiteration even this many years later.

What does this mean? Why does this matter? Well, Majeur and Ginji both went up against Balalaika and Revy. The latter is dead because he had a reason to live; he wasn't focused on survival.

Majeur? She lost her Yukio. The first time was literal. The second time was in Nigeria. She stopped trying to go after Balalaika and Revy because there wasn't any point to it. She had no one to protect. No one to fight for.

And there's one more thing...

Yeah, man. I think this is essentially Yukio back from hell itself to take revenge on Balalaika. Revy's just the one who shot Ginji. She isn't responsible for the complete eradication of the Washimine group, and she has been trying to help Majeur because she obviously sees way too much of who she used to be in her.

Rock helped Garcia with Roberta, and they told him to fuck off...and rightfully so. It got dark. What dragged him out of the funk? Helping himself, Feng, in a way that was far less destructive and much more productive. What I imagine some have forgotten is that Revy also had an expy (this whole series is just parallel and intersecting character arcs and foils with the strangers who come to down I love it so so much) that told her to fuck off just as much, if not much more effectively and painfully: Fabiola.

Fabiola never needed her help. She just thought she did. Majeur actually does benefit from Revy's advice because, shockingly enough, she isn't filled with nearly as much hate or bitterness as she used to be.

Feng and Majeur were basically the 'second chances' for Rock and Revy respectively, after "The Dance of Death". Take it back further, and this whole thing really could have been trying to make up for how things went down in Tokyo, as Yukio and Ginji were far more explicit and direct foils than Roberta, Garcia, and Fabiola ever were.

And this isn't even getting into the Balalaika side of things. That's a whole other conversation. God, I love this series so damned much!

Revy making a bet with Balalaika with Majeur as the---oh, shit, right, I don't have Vol 12 digitally, but you just have to trust me that Hiroe did bring the "people are like dice" concept again, but it was REVY who did it. It was when they're driving Majeur after she starts talking, and Revy responds with something like "Why do you care? You already threw your dice."

Majeur has direct access to Balalaika at some point in the future. She has the perfect ticking time bomb of a motive to want her dead, and Revy's gamble might make Majeur too well connected and too skilled to be stopped before it is way too late.

No idea how this will pan out, but I fucking love this series.

#black lagoon #meta